Opportune analysis. Thinking that I’m spot on with this one. With relative ease and no expended effort, I have assumed, judged and destroyed a perfectly good relationship for the sake of bragging rights. This is the cost of wielding a rapier unwisely.

No whit, not even a bit to make a fitting toast to accompany my palsied retort. Blunted thoughts and surgical curses brought to bear against those against whom I never had a chance. With regret I lowered jaw and sheltered my pride from demolition.

I pray not the hunter but one who has been spared with no reason. Absolutely shameless. Standing in the wings making up ad lib phrases for a stellar scripting. When I objected, they simply went on with newfound fervor. Delayed by applause no fans present I ran for the backstage portico.

Altogether presumptive, we held up our torches to monster. Seemingly innocent with minds incapable of beauty’s perception we stood in the dark throwing mud at masterpiece. Instantly awkward, we exchanged explanation for our whimsy. To the end we would stand in defense of this hiccup.

To forget what one needs to know in order to be found on the guestlist. We hid for the short time it took us to run for the hills in absolute terror. Finding our breath after what seemed a century, we sucked all the hydrogen and oxygen from the helium.

Leaving weightless we left the event horizon with nothing to say but random noises. Interpolating the primary sequence, we estimated how long recovery would demand of us. Breathing in justice we sought the consequence with no sound idea of accounting.