Sixsixtysix

666 Somewhere in the sky in an airdome is the real liberry there is 5000 computors for the public eye and no waiting for seating the shuttle makes a bubble seal and you can sit there forever no leaving no plug ins allowed no laptops not no cell phones in mye sky the invitation only given to the poor among us the man that eye become is almost too wealthy just to qualify as poor to even go there the games are never worthless the pictures all of ewe no boring conversations next to yew the many flirtations of the masses of the freshmans newest classes they still rule the halls of commons making all the little rules and smiles become the machinations of all the foolish pride become the day the flaming balls of fire that fall from heaven from the bowl fall way to close to eye as the earth turns slowly bye too near the lieberry dome portents of the judgment day to come there was a statue of the JESUS near the mountain near a bay of water it was hit by lightening wish that eye had saved it very good sign of the times there will be signs in the heavens signs in Earth and sky portents of my Jesus getting ready to come back he will miss the lieberry dome and let me leave this world to come to his feet and worship him to finally come home but there is blue sky in the end of time the birds still sing even so the end will come the birds still sing the grass is dead the life is hard but the birds still sing. The number of his name the Mark on head or hand is 666 the computor asking us for dress codes for passwords and for security ones just the other day mye friends eye logged onto BLOGGER from my photobucket account to try a new thing to make a picture slide show and it very nearly locked me out it told me to wait for five days and try the security question then. Shame. Confusion reigned and even eye so well endowed in acts of password retrieval was at a loss just how to continue then when eye remembered at the last moment to ask for the password to be sent to me in email and then eye went to log in and logged in anyway remembering the enter then laughing then bragging then deciding it's a good day once again how lucky are we they could require a number just to enter building they could make the screen go dark without a number parted into computor they could carry Willy clubs and beat us off the thing down to the floor and straddle us and do their wicked thing to us you are not a student anyway. This is my fantasy computor fable number SixSixtySix charlax fabel.