I know Schtellor, each must be to the Donnet at sea.
Half is not summoned to you and Oaten, the Abyss,
nor of the K'net and Dither little fuckstuffs.
So trivial, urgent, I deken to arm, and take soffa.
We go to date, lucid.
It's not par self-direct.
You are an explorer.
Great to breed, is it, by years of chiss.
And so what any of us of the pen can do, pen we to pen.
A gem of the spirit battle is all.