This is the first edition of the third volume of lyric verse to be forged in Indi Riverflow's Magma mines. This volume has been re-crafted and re-named Triple Entendre. Third Word is purely a collector's edition. For the past three years, I have been distilling visions into lyrical potions, a diversion that has taken me into some wildly abstract space and some startlingly concrete dreams. I have visited vistas of unintelligible synesthesia, scaled zeniths of fanatical optimism and nadirs of plunging despair. I have twisted my perspective in twenty-seven directions and have no idea which way is up anymore. I have written ballads and word salads, at considerable cost to my ability to think about anything else. I've come to believe that no notion is too demented to be aptly represented. This peculiar obsession has become a full-fledged addiction, and my only regret is that I have but one mind to lose for my audience. By the way, I'm having the life of my time. And you