Heretics of Valendune's

Kisses & curses, mortals! I hope thy Valendune’s morning-after finds ye pleasantly. Last night we enjoyed indefinite mirth with our Mentat guest, Piter de Bubiez! With song, & monologue, & critique, & expansive knowledge of nude scenes—’twas an evening all mortals must see! If ye missed out, due to smooches or other indisposition, hie swiftly to the replay!

Below—for I ne’er send a dispatch of mere promo—find please the ritual incantation for especial Mentats like Piter; & also, the lyrics for my loving C-H-A-T lounge tribute:

The Litany of Bawls, by Mentat Piter de Bubiez

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. It is by the juice of Bawls that thoughts acquire speed, the lips acquire stains, the stains become a warning. It is by will alone I set my mind in motion. My lips are stained with Bawls—I will require answers.

C-H-A-T by Amoenus Franco

C is for the lovely chatters I see
H is for how happy you all make me
A is very very, pArasocialnary
T you're truly even more than anyone could ask for

Chat, I love to do these shows for you
Oh chat, I'd even do the show for two
A great chat, can make or break, any show that's live or taped,
So thanks, for being good ol' you

[long rambling interlude of earnest appreciation that is too embarrassing to transcribe]

Ohhhh
C, is for my bad cat allergy
H, we're all still in Hell, you see
A, what rhymes with A? Nothing very good today &
T, is something I rarely drink.
Don't often have tea.
Mostly drink water…

I hope ye enjoyed the show, mortals! My friend the Mentat predicted ye would…

Thank ye to the surging throng in our audience last night; to all who read our dispatches; & of course we must extend elevated gratitude to the generous mortals who can & do support our works here with coin!

I shall write ye come Monday with a special “Presidents Day” missive. ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & be on the lookout…for love?

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Would-Be Paramourcerer