Let me go then, this incarnation of I,
When my fandom is spread out against the sky
Like a fangirl etherised upon a table;
Let me go, through certain half-deserted IPs,
seeking new IDs
Of bloody nights in Irish pubs
And saving maidens I must bid adieu:
Posts that follow are more than deja vu
Of very clear intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question … 10
Oh, do not ask, “WTF?”
Let us go and con more schmucks.