Immortal

I lie waiting
Atop a lofty perch,
Watching the people of the night
As they drift through the streets.
The hunger I feel,
Is not the primal calling.
A wanton lust
To feed on life.
As my tension builds to it's limits,
I see her!
A pure beautiful perfection
...Alone.
With all my remaining strength,
I leap from the building,
Plummeting downward
Towards my prey.
The sound of the wind rushing by
Attracts her attention,
And she tries to scream.
But I am upon her
With blistering force.
I gather her in my arms
And soar away.
The sheer intensity of the situation
Has already taken it's toll
And she is out cold.
We come to rest atop a high tower
And I carefully lay limp body
On the concrete.
I take a moment to behold
Her rapturously beautiful body.
But my instinct overpowered me,
And I knelt by her side.
I took her delicate face in my hands,
And leaned ever closer.
I felt a rush of sensual energy.
Slowly, I touched her neck with my lips.
Feeling the warm life underneath
I could hold nature back no longer,
So I gripped her neck with my teeth,
And I felt the wonderful hot elixir
Trickle into my mouth.
I quickly emptied her lifeless body
And stood up.
Wiping the red liquid from my lips,
I felt a sensation of horror
Come over me.
How could I have embraced another?
The paradox was too impossible
To stand.
So I glided away...
Into the night.

---Erik Rosenbladt

Come: Gather Round
Listen to what I say.
Open up your empty minds.
I'll fill them all, in a short
matter of time.

The world;
Our world;
whatever it may be.
Could not get close enough
to set my spirit free.
I roam,
I wait,
to come upon an empty fate.

Look deep inside your perfect body
Release all thoughts to the
(Head) of the game.
Explore your mind,
so you can stay with me.

Remember unconsciousness?
Remember levitation?
All a state of mind,
a powerful state of mind.

Once you enter,
don't be reluctant to stay.
Keep in touch in every way.

My hearts beating faster
as the words rush out ,
from my pen to the paper.

Faster and Faster they
want to write,
then reality takes a bite.

---Darlene Magliocca

The True Story Of The Internet

And so it was written in Morpheus 80:88...

And God spake saying, "Thou shalt press the leftmost portion of the mouse. Once you shall press it. A double-click is unholy and shall be cursed."

And the people cried "Oh Lord, that holy object thou hast given unto us is beyond reasoning!" And the people wept, and tore out their hair. And God saw the sadness, and lo, he wove the hair into cables for interfaces, and power cords, and for antennas, and speaker wire. And God did bless the hair wire with the ability to conduct electricity.

And the people accepted the gift of the wire, and plugged in. And there were seven years of prosperity and happiness. But one day the leader of the people came to God and said, "Oh Lord, my people are bored with the gift you have given us. Their hard drives are nearly full and they have run out of games to play."

And God became angered, and smote the leader where he stood. And He sent torrents of rain to short circuit the electronics. And the people ran into caves and ate grubs. There they lived for seven years.

By then God's heart had softened, and He consulted His closest angel, Al Gore. Al knelt before God and said, "My Lord, these people are simpletons. They have nothing better to do with their lives than play games. I beseech you, allow me to solve their problems."

And God hesitatingly send His angel Al Gore to Earth. And He blessed Al with the powers of electricity, and the powers of the circuit, and the powers of hard coding. And Al Gore descended upon the land, and blew a great trumpet, the sound of which caused great trees to grow from the ground. And these trees, Al turned into telephone poles. And he gathered up all the hair from the surface of the earth and made long wires to connect the poles. And Al took the sand of the ocean and formed it into wafers. And from the wafers, Al cut chips. And he assembled the chips into complex patterns. And lo, God breathed a breath on the chips, and they were alive. So Al knuckled down and started to code. In the dark of night, with only a green-on-black display did he code. And he imbibed caffeine, and ate Cheetos®.

And after twelve weeks of straight coding, Al emerged from his room, holding a golden floppy disk. And God chuckled. And Al inserted the golden disk into the great floppy drive of the mainframe. And behold, the internet was born.

And God came before the trembling people in their caves saying, "Here, you pitiful, squawking fetuses. Enjoy." And God's voice was as that of a giant whale. And the people were frightened. But Al Gore's face popped into existence on a huge LCD atop a nearby mountain. And behind his face was static. And Al Gore showed the people how to operate this gift.

And the people went back to their homes, and back to their systems. And they enjoyed the internet. And they downloaded, and emailed, and videoconferenced. And God was pleased.

So it came to pass that Al Gore was given authority over all mankind's technology, that it might always be up to date and Y2K compliant (that is 2000 B.C.).

---Erik Rosenbladt