Things fall apart
The center can't (HOLD)
Mere anarchy
Is about to un(FOLD)
Up to my eyeballs
In the blood-dimmed (TIDE)
My falcon is missing
'Cause my gyre got (WIDE)
The hour's come round
So make some (NOISE)
For the Bethlehem birth
Of the BEA! STIE! BOYS!
Yesterday was bisexual visibility day. Now that it is over, we are once again free to move in the periphery of time and space, unseen by mortal eyes who know not of our plans
