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Technology Stocks : InfoSpace (INSP): Where GNET went! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: AugustWest who wrote (24182)	2/5/2001 6:49:51 PM
From: RockyBalboa	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 28311

Internet carnage day. ETYS officially dead. IVIL makes a takeunder of WOMN (0.322 shrs is a takeunder) INSP fires 21% staff... thestreet.com

To: AugustWest who wrote (24182)	2/5/2001 11:47:30 PM
From: Sarkie	Respond to of 28311

I think the drink, drink, drink sounds like a better solution.

To: AugustWest who wrote (24182)	2/8/2001 12:44:55 AM
From: SIer formerly known as Joe B.	Read Replies (7) \| Respond to of 28311

Picture a white web page loading, loading free Dizzy with eternity. Programmed with functionality, easiest to see Call it home for you and me. A peaceful place or so it looks from cyberspace A closer look reveals the subscriber base. Full of hope, full of grace, is the subscriber base. But afraid, no Dryers may lay our home to waste. There's a fear down here we can't forget hasn't got a name just yet Always awake, always around singing ashes to ashes all fall down. Now watch as the site erodes and the market falls And again the hunt begins and again the bloodwind calls By and by again, the market will rise But the darkness never goes from the CEO's eyes. It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets Stalking turf, dividing up meat. Nightmare spook, piece of heat, you and me, you and me. Click, flashblade in ghetto night. Naveen's looking for a fight. Rat cat alley roll them bones. Need that cash to feed that jones And SIers throwing cyberstones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Infospace officers roll the dice Any way they fall guess who gets to pay the price. Investor green or proletarian gray, dilutive paper instead of bonds today. So investors post, they shake their bones SIers throwing cyberstones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Heartless posterss try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping, then the flesh is ink. History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future's here, we are it, we are on our own. On our own We are on our own We are on our own ... If the game is lost then what a shame Naveen I'll be left, but will he take the blame? We can leave this place an empty stone Or some semblance of the Dryer place that became our home So investors post, they shake their bones SIers throwing cyberstones Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Moving estimates back and forth Earnings south and losses north And the whole site full of petty wars Singing "I got mine and you got yours." And the current winners set the pace. Lose a step, fall out of grace. And the members rant and show their rage, Singing "someone got to turn the page" And management in their summer homes, Singing "Just leave well enough alone" But their pants are down, their cover's blown And SIers throwing cyberstones So investors post, they shake their bones Cause its all too clear we're on our own Singing ashes, ashes all fall down. Picture a white webpage loading, loading free It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down Original words by John Perry Barlow: eff.org arts.ucsc.edu