Red Mosquito

Vamped and preened, like a sweat-soused glass enjoying dusk's balmy benediciton. Cool, haze-inspired dew dappled and hugged the smooth glass. A splice redacted, a glance abandoned.

We turned and bolted, finally convinced of our vincibility.

Some disassembly required.

Much dissembling encouraged.

Vanity searches for the '---' account must be hell.

let's you and i feather a nest for the malloy account

a subtle craning of the neck, suitable for the modern bon ton man

pass the hatchet, i think i'm goodkind

never once in their finery did they utter even one fire-fangled word

tournament thread

You want a second opinion? I will give you a second opinion. Save your breath.

early-bird provocation always gets the worm

i let myself go along with the good kind, the way i will remain loyal to anything deliberately and faithfully misunderstood, and fussed with curtailed finery as i could find, gave it a retentive, examinational lick.

it was the same glassy familiar particulars, a punch up that must have tasted, no doubt, like trouble just starting out

but is he teachable? can he be molded? is his mien pliable, or will it recoil at our incursion?

a cap doffed a trunk genuflected a superior saluted a cudgel recused a flute toasted a spire sheathed a promise repaired an awl hewn

simper fi

new song, didn't seed

--- wrote:a cap doffed a trunk genuflected a superior saluted a cudgel recused a flute toasted a spire sheathed a promise repaired an awl hewn

Precisely.