The mosquito sits on every corner lit basketweave of fence I’ve ever stared at too long. An eminence of perfection to notice. Watching. Tip-tapping at the Conductor’s Belt. An onslaught of savagery. I found it in book sto find I wasn’t the only to notice.
You’ve ccaught me many times. Then I found we worked for the same team somehow. You and I. and me, is contentious to not know. No mre of htat . Please?
Mosquito Conductor.
I hope you like hte new songs, they are very old for you and I.But better than the new stuff. Ia almost said butter again. Howi s your recipe going these days? We’ve had hlaf nad half i told you its better in shorr terms.
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