Two young cowboys went riding out one dark

Two young cowboys went riding out one dark & windy day. Upon a ridge they rested as they went up on their way. When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed sheep they saw

The sheep ran hungrily toward the cowboys like zombies. The cowboys starred in awe and were paralyzed with fear. Blodd dripped from the sheeps wool coat.

The poor fly blown sheep needed dung beetles and fast. Once they heard the cowboys were using dung beetles on cow pats the sheep gathered in a flock to force the cowboys into

submission. By nightfall, it was the cowboys themselves who were surrounded...by sheep, by cattle, and every other kind of herd animal...even the dung beetles. It was a revolt.

They look towards him expectantly. What will he say? Will they want to hear his confession? They tilt their stained cowboy hats up.

or will they go to www.wwwdotcom.com and reach the last page of the internet? What will happen? Who am I talking about? No one will ever know....

Why answer questions when questioning answers is much more fun? Questions dissipated my self throughout the Flux Sector; distinctions were retrofied. If only the last internet page

hadn't disappeared into cyberspace...still, I held out hope. I wasn't going to give up my dream of being the first person to fix a hard drive inside the drive. My dream lives on!

My dream will lives on. Yet, not forever. It will stand until it becomes a real event.