Defunkt.

So: I've decided to retire this "blog," if it can be considered that. I'm going to start a new one that's more streamlined, more focused, more...something. Not so random. Yeah. Probably.

So, in finale, this poem, because who doesn't like e.e. cummings? (And because it was the only one that came up when I searched "defunct poem.")


Buffalo Bill's
defunct
                 who used to
                 ride a watersmooth-silver
                                                  stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
                                                                                                            Jesus
he was a handsome man
                                                   and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

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g'bye