.as e ver... i didn't come to these isles to find a Saxon blond... i came here for the "ginger", the autumn beauty weaving in the hair... a shy blonde, a decomposing strawberry, a heap of hay... a fox... who needs a fetish for blonde, when you can be satiated by... red?! the Celtic blonde is known as red: *****... phoenix blonde! all red blood red... all that is: the color and the remaining milk of the skin, and that: chess-board of freckles!

abookutopia

evil giggle / chuckle,

perhaps both...

what?!

  ha ha!

girls reviewing books?
oh, now you have to be ******* me!
what where's what?

what's what?

dream dragon dream...
  
                    am i supposed to be the ***
that says something?!
****, i am..
i'm not...

can the girls be anything else
than red hair...
i can't fathom red hair....
     but... when she has lost
her virginity...
mm...

           what?
who said what?
      sometimes?
i become a freak...
  *** addict:
               hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
like eating doughnuts
when it comes to oral ***
and an ***!
  mumbling juggernaut...
what?!
   huh?!
                     ginger....
hair... ginger hair...
                   ginger *****...
can't help it...
the moon is most bright when it's full...
what?!
                 red hair...
carrots... seven ways....
what?!
                 milk skin, freckles,
ginger...
                 what?!
      sun-soaked-orange...
                  greased-aubur­n...
               carrot-tail...
                           ginger *****!
i'm thinking of the right words...
   hegemony of secrets...
     ah!
    mahogany of the collected
palette of autumn!
kneel...
   *****... kneel...
what the **** did i just say?
oh right...
   George III antics...
as you do,
watery,
with the glass eyes escaping,
or in vain attempt,
ensuring a sanity with
the encouraging madness
of the said, times,
              
horn bred to find...
the Celtic Blonde
of ruby...
   the superior breed of
aesthetic.