I met a Farmer from an autistic land,
Who said—“Two vast and boundless pillars of salt
Stand in the Tumblr. . . . Near them, on the Twitter,
Half sunk a shattered genderspecial lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its director well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these salty things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the blog, these words appear:
My name is Loudest Subtext In Television, Autist of Autists;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The handsome and hetero scenes stretch far away.”