11/16   "The Sixth Cumming",

        Grinding and screeching in the mechanism
        The wallers cannot read the walls;
        Things fall apart; the drives cannot hold;
        Mail anarchy is loosed upon the world,
        The e-filled tide is loosed, and everywhere
        The ceremony of internet is grown;
        The new lack all conviction, while the old
        Are full of passionate insanity.

        Surely a revolution is at hand;
        Surely the Sixth Coming is at hand.
        The Sixth Coming! Hardly are those words out
        When a vast image out of Corporate Abyss
        Troubles my sight: somewhere in halls of AMD
        A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
        His gaze bright and intense as the sun,
        Is bearing the great prize, while all about him
        Reel shadows of the enamored undergrads.
        The darkness drops again; but now I know
        That two long years of duty done
        Are passed to nightmare by the laws of Moore,
        And what machine, its hour come round at last,
        Slouches towards 340 to be born?

        -- Phillip "The Bloody Awful Poet" Nunez
        \_ For real?
                \_ How dare you doubt.  Phillip for President.  -John