Tinged

The obsolete professional repeatedly delivers florid texts. Disturbingly obsessed with flowery language, she forgets that meaning trumps style, that ornate self-contradictions are neither covered nor hidden with flowers. Elaborate decoration of statements that make no sense should raise red flags, marking the beast for elimination --provoking neither emotional fervor nor sexual intensity. You can't sell lies with pseudo-revealing packaging, especially when they're your oh-so-transparent habits.

The squirming recourse to fancy words she's seen in a book --and which she doesn't quite understand-- remains a flamboyant cause for mockery. Brilliant!