As at this toxic thread I stare,
I meet a man who is not there.
Not yesterday, nor yet today.
And yet, he never goes away.
He seeth not, nor understands,
But somehow seems to have his hands
Or some device, obscure and hexed
For flooding cyberspace with text.


Diane von und zu Schlumdogger
Ein leerer Tag ist für Uberhaupt
Berlin, 1925