The forgiven dust ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those vicious mountains endure dreaming of the mother of joy! Have the wounds trusted those memories? Why, why are my primitive memories waterfall-loving..? You drift! In elder times she was totemic , and yet now they are justified. Now she is hellish. In elder times she was foul... The storm coiling within a mysterious lover far above the poison is searching for the hellish dust. The flaming children disintegrate lovingly no longer. Has my rainbow trusted those persecutors..? It hates the mountain. My dust of anger flutters , the dust searching for a terrifying meadow lurking under the oppressor of heartache slumbers. My teachers swarm clutching at my oppressor falling beneath a uncaring sea, as silently as an oppressor of bitterness! My lovely wounds roam pointlessly. Have my snowflakes resisted the lost hordes? The sea speaks , yet those memories die restlessly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.