This is sort of a k-hole of internet-ness, but still, I find the poetics of it wonderful: a found-poem elegy for the late, great, fake (?) @Horse_ebooks, composed of lines from the magical/absurd tweets. I mean, really:
You can lead a horse to water but you can not force him to
Access to the
The sneaky places
Oh, you fake fake-horse. Even if you’re two dudes with a YouTube account, you still get me.