Tendrils of Dark Temmonia

      Auchreis aside,
      he split the crunchuggery
      on the draifbone, like napa used to do,
      like nefu wouldn't dare,
      maif and mennschilz afifed together,
      if they care.

      And you skanied on the edge
      of Bortshat's Punkt, waiting
      for the last dinniltation,
      the other aifor's elation.

      Call for Ensamhi,
      call for me.

      Amôrphhi aside,
      he spin the annive out of sall,
      you clutch for the grastwine and gall.
      You will never altarve this
      Temmoni Chezalle.

Waiter, please,
I'll take my confusion
with a side order of panic,
and a shot of whatever goes
for Absinthe around here,

and I'll make it crystal clear:

No point in obscurity,
if you don't ride the fucker
all the way,

but only when you have
not a god damn thing
to say.