|| -------- -- -----  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-THREE (669-698) <-------  ||  Superior  ||  Superior Classic  ||  -------> (Cup SUsc023, Created v1 (4/27/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = SUPERIOR 669 * 2/19/97 Being the wristwatch made of mist, a potent phrase here and a potent vision but what does it mean? That the information we need is with us always and almost perceptible? I have a vision of a shopping center in Somerville. Like I was a ghost, going back there, to a place I haven't been in years. Me and my dad and my brother used to go to a sushi bar around there. I must remember if I become a father how much the time I spent with my father meant to me. SUPERIOR 670 * 2/19/97 The Walt Disney World Explorer CD-ROM, smoking John David MH65 tobacco in my pipe. This has been a wonderful diversion for me of late. Smoking a Matacan cigar now. I'm thinking about writing a guide for the beginning smoker, with none of the holier than thou crap that pervades the cigar world. Yeah, I guess Test Track will open soon, and Horizons will be wrecked soon. New Tomorrowland. Just think about that. NEW Tomorrowland. The future of the seventies is out of style. The future of the fucking Jules Verne 1800's is "in" now. Do we even have our own future here, in the late nineties, or is it all retro? It seems like all our MUSIC is retro now, except for Tori Amos. But she is a single performer, not a style of music. We had grunge back in the early nineties. That was distinctive I guess but not a far leap from other styles. What will the naughties bring? Remember, "naught" is another word for zero. Yeah, yeah. Hey! Guess what? Obliviana is not retro! It is a totally distinct thing. I see it being a big thing in the naughties, maybe a defining thing. Don't jack into that fucking 3-D playground anymore. When they get this cybersex thing really going, we can kiss the human spirit goodbye. An anti-virtual reality philosophy will be vital to the survival of humanity. And hey, guess what, Obliviana has got that too. SUPERIOR 671 * 2/21/97 Was days? D bad question. So, I am in transit. Haha, be. Cool. This is music. Or the is music. Cool, petend, yah yah be. Too. I feel a hippie night, for a few hours they were gods, less specific. Stupid, they blew it. True commentary. Going over someone's house with a woods. Party. Meet women. It is nineteen seventy something. Forget it. Be. Yeah study paintings in a books. Yeah that is like it. Pure. Yeah trash Christianity in talking. Wonder of you should drink. Be. It is the feeling that on the edge, just out of reach, is where it is all clicking. But here it is, just a vague thing in someone else's emotions. Yeah, speak of game, blown up, highway, highway is real. SUPERIOR 672 * 2/21/97 They song. Try song. Shift in the way. Pung... I am in a period of writing... Huh. Water and little playing cards. Punk. Like tree. Am I can I get my feeling across. Like on Broadway, at college, film school, that time of my life, seeing it, I... in Phillip K. Dick's book "Valis" Paul Williams, the author, not the singer, is mentioned. And right around the corner from college, from the Tisch School of the Arts, I met Paul Williams, at a long-gone store called Gemstone. I was rambling, praising Das Energi which he signed. Reading "Valis" these days, it's so weird... I know I read it back then, 1989 whatever, but I don't remember much of it at all. Where was I? 1:16 AM. Listening to Bachman-Turner Overdrive, greatest hits... like...people... waking up... SUPERIOR 673 * 2/21/97 What is can I yell blue not not. Bland line. SUPERIOR 674 * 2/21/97 Last one of the night. An attempt, subject: to distill. A feeling, a sort of experience, young people gathering for a special event, cool early evening, woods, trees, a barbeque or something. Computers and magic are involved. Sex and pleasure and also great immaturity. Trying to act more mature than you are. Great music, only you don't know it's great yet. And this feeling, this jaded feeling, feeling like... like laughing in a condescending manner at the nature of the experience of being young, but your smugness is suspect. Wake up, it is still like that, but you have all this pretend now. Wake up. You have just accepted all the bullshit. You have just answered all those unanswered questions, but the answers are bullshit, and at some level you know that, and that is why you aren't really comfortable. It's just you don't get any sort of response from your environment. Everyone is like you. Given up. Fuck it all, this whole goddamn illusion. I am here now; Obliviana is here now. Prepare to wake up, fuckers! SUPERIOR 675 * 3/1/97 High school in-between times, coming and going, kinda freedom. Caring causes pain? Care dammit! Her crotch in your face, think of the nerd who never gets a woman, who jerks off and hates himself. You were friends when you were younger. Burying your face in her, you feel contempt for the loser. Anyone can get laid, you have to secretly NOT WANT pussy, for some reason, to never get it. What makes you different? Striving to spend time alone with a girl, hanging out with a female, what does it do to your masculinity? Is the nerd more male for NOT being with women? Stop thinking and just eat pussy, Danny. SUPERIOR 676 * 3/1/97 For-yes, needing fame to make up for things lacking in your life. Fantasies of being rich and famous and powerful. Preoccupied with such fantasies. Better sex, throw on a female body and make love to a woman, be a lesbian, dimensional powers, play with yourself in front of a mirror. Deranged astral travel plan, possess that girl's body and play with it. Bad stuff. Wake up. Wow. SUPERIOR 677 * 3/1/97 Gosh I just woke up. Whoah the rain. Yeah see pretzels are excellent. Um that travel game is weak. Tobacco is a political issue. So bring it all together. Little exercise squishy ball. SUPERIOR 678 * 3/1/97 Woke at noontime, haha like. See-see blabe. Pi cigar um. That artificial mountain up there, some of them are based up there, and they do cool stuff. Okay. Like a summer camp, but different themed areas. And as a job. A place. Or as a game. Wow. It's March 1997. Ask myself in the first few days of college, early September 1986, where I would be in March 1997. Rich and famous and powerful. Well, at least I'm powerful. In that I have powerful ideas. SUPERIOR 679 * 3/2/97 Chair pink chair safe hire me it. Gaga, the intellectuals you are trying to reach are sexually hungry and dreadfully confused. Pow, how much tobacco, the film who life. Pow, cool highway, ga, pong so going ha basement college basement. Pool. SUPERIOR 680 * 3/6/97 La Pinto Jokester. Mish-definite. Compulsions and calculators and guitar player you. Plow plow, dunk, Mr. Reagan, zeetar meaning furhoe. Seventies Olympics luge memories, vague, slight. Pow hun the tru nu heather. Like owards like on on. Ping, Pingto. SUPERIOR 681 * 3/7/97 I mean what I mean. I reacted when I found meat in my supposed marinara sauce. I tried not to make it a big deal, but I was just too freaked out, and I soon left. And I now feel bad for "making a scene", but I asked specifically for no meat. I lost my appetite. Meat is a serious issue. I ate some of that linguini, and the thought that I might have eaten some beef is horrifying. At Pre-Cana I was a little shocked to learn that they serve meat in a church. Meat is just so wrong. I've been vegetarian for ten years now. As well as I can recall, it was March of 1987 that I last ate the flesh of birds and mammals. I stopped eating ALL meat in 1989, when I had my last fish. But meat is all around, and it's very scary. SUPERIOR 682 * 3/9/97 And obdolls spont. Trushcoke. Dean Order, slayed vending yo ho liberaerie. Pont. Kear, 1974 TV cop. Like-like pun jooser. Us what I said. Fikefire. Beingall. Like not dreamy airport like, not seethable dorlfullous. Pike pike pike sike diner. Lobot. Fuckin' George Lucas, complaining "Star Wars wasn't good enough so I had to change it" meanwhile he makes more in an hour than I make all year, or something like that. That doesn't make any sense or matter at all. I will be as big as Lucas someday, with Obliviana, even bigger. I have to think that as an emotional crutch? I got what it takes. Like this evening. Denice, my wife-to-be, encouraged me to help her clean up my apartment. It's all coming together. SUPERIOR 683 * 3/9/97 A wood tile in the city. I saw amusement park and swoosh of highway traffic in the gnit of difficult relationship. I was there. Oh field of grass by bank meant to look colonial, and sunny. Siren, giant book store, what I mean is the value of quiet after the jagged noise. SUPERIOR 684 * 3/9/97 I was young. And at Walt Disney World. In the Fiesta Fun Center at the Contemporary Resort Hotel. It was hot out and I was sweaty. And I played the game Mappy over and over again. It's a memory that's stuck with me. Now I own Mappy, and I played it today, and lots of memories came back to me. SUPERIOR 685 * 3/10/97 Um, culture is collapsing. The scary idea that many problems in society today are due to mineral deprivation. That is, people are not getting the minerals they need, and are thus losers and insane. I started taking colloidal minerals two days ago, it is a good idea. SUPERIOR 686 * 3/10/97 To say-chay, the Chauger Domino. And flight, a burndle clay, forma foke joke. Teen night thrill, agonize buying the cute magnet, the ultimate purple flush. Merrjash, come here. SUPERIOR 687 * 3/13/97 I wrote the previous Superior after reading poems in Jewel's tour book. I told Carrie and Denice that I had to read some good poetry to clear my mind from Jewel's awful work. So I wrote Superior 686 off the top of my head. I was showing off. SUPERIOR 688 * 3/14/97 Diluting soap to make liquid soap. Prepare for reality to slap you hard. Laugh and smoke. Calculator games, nothing but calculator games. SUPERIOR 689 * 3/17-23/97 The toll-taker with the pigtails and the guy yawning with the crowbar. I got $5 worth of quarters and the arcade's empty. It's a Sunday, and I muse, failures and apartments of the past. SUPERIOR 690 * 3/31/97 Li?e. Popular umplossibel the disney world. 44-44 a balance. Tookroone T. I been ebe, jullison toonberby. Real of Meaning. So now, airtrip to the Walt Disney World, mall the day before, was what it it. No bo no so. The crud, the of goon. Boee POW pow. Nossagain. Bad, self-review: bad. jujd. Ommdird. Kdeb dxkdsw, ssxnjsakl, asiekducne. ccccccccccccccccccccc SUPERIOR 691 * 3/31/97 What about that last one? Trying to plan my new webiste (sic) for 4/26/97. Working on Severe Repair, delving into my writings from the past, finding wonderful stuff to build with. And, haha, snowing, Ramones on random, gotta eat, black lesbian poetry documentary on TV before, and I am loopy? SUPERIOR 692 * 3/31/97 Wow, 3/31/97 is not gonna go down as one of the better Superior days ever, eh? Still I am crushed by all these forces. Obliviana is so big, but I am determined to bring it to fruition. Yes. I have been slightly worried about signs of an end of the world, but it brought out in me that I really, really want to live a real life here. Yeah cool. SUPERIOR 693 * 3/31/97 Tubbing an illiquid drug you. Hope that is green is near. Dazzle the friendless with the metal cactus and old bubblegums. The cartoon me as close as a motor. I was the smirking. SUPERIOR 694 * 4/1/97 But in the erotic thinking I had the awareness of being a bemused goddess of ages ago. And that which I glimpsed in a grand wooded college is here. That if you want to do good things for people, you have to do it just right. SUPERIOR 695 * 4/2/97 Was is clocked amplifier. Lick her in maze. Downpour, past slash, as miserable in the moment. Construction site, memories of school, the punk feel of the nature of reality. I would like to help you. SUPERIOR 696 * 4/5/97 Dick Nixon is alive and flush, okay? Had to deface my own sign in the bathroom, what's up when no one has the creative aggression to do grafitti? Dick Nixon... a nasty picture in the last Anything But Monday Magazine... that girl on the cover was really upset by it. SUPERIOR 697 * 4/6/97 Bust it. That smallest economy, the one in your head and your bed. Jingbat jingbath, of primal spa, stone house, flight of fancy photographic. Topic equals bookstore spirit. Measure as word a work should mean a thing as pleasant as the pronunciation. But oh, that has been the case. SUPERIOR 698 * 4/6/97 Stop. Yock, these little knicks and injuries to the flesh of the hand, the arm. Dream, poor people's moved into my parent's storage area. And me, annoyed at my ability to start seeing fairies. And going to a bookstore to go to the bathroom, I think I took one of the poor people, a girl, there, and she peed and I bought a typography book so as not to seem to be abusing the bookstore's hospitality. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----