|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- SUPERIOR CLASSIC--VESTIBULE TWENTY-TWO (638-668) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc022, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 638 * 1/14/97 Counting, the mask had, bright and ingongruous on this eh town street. Jack Nance died. I wish he didn't die. As Henry in Eraserhead, as Pete Martell in Twin Peaks, and his other roles in David Lynch stuff. For the junk, been, truth, jumping and all the bus songs and I just love a nonsense word "anfer". Found out "syllabub" is not a nonsense word. SUPERIOR 639 * 1/14/97 Time before to yunugu, bulu device, school stage, crashed rocket and after a bad phone call. Yah, I am feeling. Beans and bowling alley and Tori. Frozen seltzer. Feeling differently on the bus every time. Look at the remote control I want to. Losing stuff, losing little bad feelings, and growing up and that feeling of tiredness after a temper tantrum like I haven't felt since I was a kid. Put it bluntly. I last ate meat in 1987, but I still remember exactly how all sorts of meat taste. SUPERIOR 640 * 1/14/97 One fourteen ninety-seven. Wow. Talking about just laying right down on a cold college pavement trail. Give it a break. Got along. Been. The sunniness. Clocking the calm and secure warm interior, like a nice house, exaesthet, PATH system morning toothbrush. Haha, my own um, means something to me, and numbers, lazy smoke she was kind. SUPERIOR 641 * 1/15/97 Superior being, great blue down home implementation. Cardboard memories, prightly brinted, calling to the way you use language to convey the more. Trust. Band reje, lacking thust. Yeah it can be cool to be outcast. Humanity on one side and a library on the other. Distant humanity. Bubble, live in a bubble, we all live in a bubble. I like a mind. I can threat pix treat gunner frest nestery volur. That is nonsense, but it makes a kind of sense, and I wrote it with passion. Have a cracker in a car. SUPERIOR 642 * 1/15/97 Thinking, and it is the deepness of the humming of reality at the mall with music and coffee. Ha ha ha, reincarnation, the people working at the mall, what were they in their past lives? True forest. Answer the rubber band. Chat about airport. Consider zeitgeist. I am literature microphone. Just like a pleasing sound, free to combine words as I please. Rubber buttons, lash of cold, pointlessness of silver, street to fear tickets, loving New Jersey. Breasts and trains. SUPERIOR 643 * 1/15/97 Pantheonic gods were really into sex, look at the legends. Computers are all around us, we are gods really into computers. Before we settle into the end of history, let us rustle the leaves. A big theme. It's day after day, and we gotta be ready to fight a fight that is hard to see. Like, really getting into sex. Needed: a reason to be. Being clever is not enough, nor is the drone of a lament. Use computers to steer us away from where computers are leading us, it's as simple as that. SUPERIOR 644 * 1/15/97 Just undersharp--buy taut see store, sunny, not busy, hippy kinda energy. True. We are gonna go up to the mountain and have fun. All of this. There IS bad out there. Evil. But like a lot of things, you have to do it to yourself in the final analysis. Buy as many different brands of potato chips as you can in the next two hours, and what have you got? I am looking to scult a new world, a better world. Opening your eyes. SUPERIOR 645 * 2/2/97 (hotel bathroom) Yes hell and nightmares do exist, where the best intentions of one man toward another wounds horribly. Shopping. The whole American Indian pro sports thing. The whole dream of roller coaster affair. The whole Dr. Who convention affair. And useless birthday parties and I am taller than a giant statue. SUPERIOR 646 * 2/2/97 (hotel bathroom) Fire borne of cave, secluded for a long time, fuck that, there are meadows and roads. Back into clatter like reincarnation I use wandering as a salve. Happiness of alternate bathroom. SUPERIOR 647 * 2/4/97 Right now it's that night of the O. J. Simpson civil trial verdict and the State of the Union address. 9:44 PM now. Clinton's droning on, and we're all still waiting for the verdict. This morning, I woke up and looked my digital alarm clock and it said 10:34, and I was pissed that I was gonna be so late to work, but when I looked back at the clock, it was like 8:24 or so. The only plausable explanation was that the first look was hypnagogic imagery, which I have been having lately, but in the form of looking at a sheet of paper and reading stuff off of it. But I recall the first look as real, implying that either the clock was malfunctioning (very unlikely) or there was some kind of time disturbance (perhaps more unlikely than the clock malfunctioning). The Swiss Army watch I got for Xmas has been malfunctioning a little, but only when I wear it. And sometimes I look at the clock at work, at the second hand, and it looks like it's going backward for a second. This all points to a weird relationship between me and clocks. SUPERIOR 648 * 2/4/97 Fleer is some kind of trading cards? Linking, bad country music and the guitar pick used in rock music. Just funk Somerville train station, nearby parking lot, head through alley to comic book store, but it ain't there no more. Seep. Let 'em think. Pine we said. A blast, diner in Madison, memories of Drew University, haha, aha, my college days, aha, how I have canonized them and I am happy with it and fuck if I had soft time travel I'd go back there for a visit. SUPERIOR 649 * 2/4/97 Yeah that dimension. Plus. Talk about classic PONKE and the gun and the elevators at the Contemporary Resort. How to conceive of hay, fake persons, the thrill of the feeling of coolness in the early eighties. Like in movies. Again, talk about my acne. I had bad acne but I grew up to be cool, so it all makes some kind of sense. But to have bad acne and then grow up to be a big nothing, that would really suck, and someone like that who believed in god would really have to wonder how god could do that to him. SUPERIOR 650 * 2/4/97 Okay, I have written 650 Superiors. I do fear the upcoming Superior 666. Guess I'll just have to talk about 666 then. Anyway, regarding Superiors in general, I might write stuff like, "Far the wund cretend verry and am koole", and what does that mean? On one level it is lyrical, the way it SOUNDS, spoken or in the mind. But at another level, quite interesting, are the connotations, the meaning you get when you try to interpret such seeming nonsense as real language. It's a wild thing. It's hard to analyze, but I know I like it. I wonder how poetry scholars and journals would respond to Superior? Grew, the clever copper foil that is fish and treeleaf, was hunder and I was possible. Could it be? Am I parodying myself? Fuck, who cares. SUPERIOR 651 * 2/5/97 (written before) It is something, pure childhood, we feel the loss, saluting to the shit faith of science. Fuck science, Santa Claus is real. Confuse the kids, cut loose to sate themselves, as far as they can take it, hedonism is cool and feels good and I am better than them. Euthanasia and abortion are crimes which inevitably lead to race-based genocide. Killing for quality of life. Quality is totally subjective. SUPERIOR 652 * 2/5/97 Caught a phantom, almost the scent of beer, and it brought me an excitement, and I realized it was from the promise, the horizons, the hope that college and its smells of stale beer held. I could use that sense of freedom now, and I will. SUPERIOR 653 * 2/7/97 To the a sense of speed and atmosphere, fascination with the past, is that the immutable can be idealized well. See Wonder through that idealization. Cold at this time, just so scary, from some perspectives, to operate in this arena of mundane human activity. Like not appreciating something till it's gone. Yet a fire burns, and we all feel its heat to some extent. SUPERIOR 654 * 2/7/97 We have a thing called pow and it's good. So call Torokorol of Parameteria. Deep of spades. The College of Interdimensional Travel Rainstorms of the United States (CITRUS). Vine and shack the and mansion. Pair el. SUPERIOR 655 * 2/7/97 Fotord. The mind of that girl in dorm, but the story of her body. It is good for us souls to have a built in aesthetic concerning the human body. High aware try and explain mall without sounding... talk about mall and they think you're complaining about consumerism. But that is not my way. I love the magic of malls, and I am a capitalist too you know. SUPERIOR 656 * 2/7/97 Meyr. The Waterallidge Edge. Whintillru Glass. (Some people and) the Countenace of the Vial of the Garden. Shipe. SUPERIOR 657 * 2/9/97 Just u fair weather concrete hex. Dime heather vortex. Amplified, even do good, and sun e yesterstages bright and gun. Boring, hoary, desolate, cocoa, language of the quarries, I said a lady was Gary. SUPERIOR 658 * 2/9/97 Be user I jump and said that a to waiting to in hallway is the to be mean. My fond, video store spiral staircase, tiger graphica, pond comma, exploda old TV show. Kind of pool. Top museum lobby, lending umbrella yes I refer to rain. Pond, feel bad write good. Pond, crack too old xmastree and I am switch best amazing truck, dish comma. SUPERIOR 659 * 2/9/97 Dean says no. Wait evergreen blast the misunderstanding. Junk, we as characters in other people's lives, fuck. Scratching backs, and the darkness of sleep, we all have that pink girliness fuck. Strange array of science and sex we worship just childish wanderlust. Be, after all the scoop, that what you fear most is what you want most and that is fucked up. I want a little electronic pinball game. I won't admit that I'm biological. Allow laundry to obfuscate. The stupidity of the experiencer. Drink it in, worry about it later. Have I said enough? Sunday night trying to write. Very little humidity in here. SUPERIOR 660 * 2/17/97 Hearing such yure. I have a list of Namco arcade games, Japanese. I have a lot. LoveTV. A Pelter. I am Frank Edward Nora, Lord of Obliviana. Trying out scotch. Walt Disney was into scotch in a big way. That is what I read. Yeah snow. Blinking, flashing, yellow security lights, red tower lights. I have this vision of these people, of a time and a place. This guy I met reminds me of this vision. Just a kind of summer inside ahouse thing, amusement, being young, and... a lot of it I can't put into words just yet. Was at Fortunoff before. That might not mean anything to you. I look over at my guitar and it makes me feel a little good. It holds promise, I can't yet play it, and I have had it for a few years. Bought it partly with money from selling my PlayStation. Yeah, and here I am and I am listening to The Incredible String Band, The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter. Yeah you should listen to it too, it should be available in the world where you exist. SUPERIOR 661 * 2/17/97 Wow cool I blow smoke rings at my monitor and they like explode when they hit it! SUPERIOR 662 * 2/18/97 This is my baby sister Gina she is a cigarette. SUPERIOR 663 * 2/18/97 Traditiona. Ponc Cabin play Luhestra damn local girls are hot. I have a morning and the comb, wonf that I was as comfotable with myself as he is. Yeah vacation, New York, loved while the family hated it. I am in cabin. Waiting. Look at me. No girl wants me. The others are out there, at least trying. I am alone. In cabin. But let's drive the tractor track back up a little. Who am I? Working at the camp, thought I was being cool, staying here, yeah, thought that Ginny would be around, sort of asked her out earlier, was one of the hardest things I've ever done, but she just blew me off and it hurts bad man. Hey, don't leave me yet. Sitting here alone, waiting, help me out. Haha, yeah, gotta think there might be a girl in the same shoes as me, right now somewhere. Yeah. Maybe I could go out with her. Don't leave me yet. Yeah. But she would be kind of ugly right? Like I am? Yeah. I know you're gonna leave me when I say this, but I don't want a girl like that. SUPERIOR 664 * 2/18/97 You know, why am I getting so bent out of shape about this darn upcoming Superior 666? Okay? I mean, yeah, I have this fear of 666. But didn't I conclude long ago, on an escalator by Macy's, going up, at Menlo Park Mall, that 666 represents a time and not a person? The time of the end of the world. But the world is not gonna end. The plan got screwed up. That is a big theme in Severe Repair. Maybe, though, a world that DOESN'T end is as scary as one that DOES. SUPERIOR 665 * 2/18/97 June 6, 1986 was a 666 day. June=6th month, 1+9+8+6=24, 2+4=6. Peter Litkey got fired from Ortho Pharmaceutical for dropping diaphragms, I had to clean up a huge industrial spill of Aci-Gel therapeutic vaginal jelly, my BMW 2002 broke down, my parents were in Bermuda or something, there was a "Demon" comic book in the glove compartment, and Jim Glynn reluctantly drove us home. The next day I began Halfevil Graphics. So 6/7/86 was a good day. So was 6/7/96. That was the day I met Denice Engdahl, who is now my fiance. SUPERIOR 666 * 2/19/97 Okay, the time has finally come to write the dreaded Superior 666. SUPERIOR 667 * 2/19/97 Morning. That is frost, laugh, sniffing the wilderness I am racing and wild and you are exploding with sweet sexuality. Ho ho bash the old glass, smash up the abandoned store, I am all here, and you are all here, thunderstorm build palace. SUPERIOR 668 * 2/19/97 Cop out with 666 there? Yeah I guess. But what should I have written? I think it might actually have some meaning. I stated that the time had come to do this long-dreaded task, and in thus stating it, the task was complete. Touching a match head to the lit tip of a cigar easily set it off. That tip is also good for popping balloons as I did once at Mike Massotto's engagement party, or rather, after the party was over. I went to Paramus Park Mall after that and thought about buying the "Lord of the Rings" books. 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