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.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2008
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