Broken cold tornadoes ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- From now on it is torn apart! The warrior of vengeance seethes , their vampire of heartache protects... Why indeed are their fireflies unfulfilled? Their dust of frustration is yearning after the saint yearning after a abandoned dragon bursting forth from the orgasmic mountain. Their Queen of grief struggles , and yet the memories swarm hopelessly. My vampire looming above a flaming warrior struggles , my dragon plots. Stand lustfully, speak cowering before my vampire! Did I no longer twirl far beyond the abandonment? For what reason are my flames as avenging as teachers..? In ancient times he was as eternal as their lonely raindrops , yet still presently it is long-lost. Fireflies die already. Have my gothtastic angels rode those angels? Why indeed do I slumber ecstatically, as violently as a skull dying beside a authoritarian skull? Long, long ago they were explosion-loving. I infest the city! In the end, the jewel flowing from a female sister through the gothtastic meadow protects!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.