SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY . . .
For three days I fought my way along roads packed with evacuees, the siteless, burdened with microblogs and csv files containing their posts. All that was of value to me was on Cohost. But by the time I reached the little magenta abode, the dragons, yinglets and the rest of my friends were gone...
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old,
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now we're not here
I watch the dragons fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish I was flying with them . . .
Now we're not here
Like a song through the trees you came to know me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
We always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undistubed now . . .
Cause we're not here . . .