Saturday

Ignite







Ignite that fire books and weeds. brook! no fault on the cambering rail. its indecent sock the many plenty that make many talk. outside the white its bird side pool is the 






Hold your breath thy you try every ring you know force the summer to its jewel  amethyst if you must gold if cold argent silver to hold






This mesa knows no other rider bare ridden to its swain and the caregiver 


Trains roll and roll foulard to their Venice the city keeps time its fetid impulse not a radiant 





  Do you hear that Jill she's rushed in the door class as any cheapside babe she's a rock n roller to her peeled onions and this ladies are laid to her betimes laddies.  Sapphire true rues all cruise to her fine flaxed ruse hamadryad to her barefisted wool. So love gods and goes. Its apparent knaves the fussy beats of   ~.