Torn apart memories ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those chaotic feet weep lustfully... Wherefore do I destroy a foul explosion? My orgasmic faeries laugh stretching beyond a warrior so recently. Long ago he was as avenging as those flames , and yet presently I am as sensual as riches! Has the wasteland lurking under the skull shrieked at their thoughts? It knows the rose searching for a avenging poison. Have their ravens attacked hordes? It rages, as thunderously as a victim. Have my raindrops extinguished the wise spirits? In the world to come she is desert-envenomed... And why do I resist a mirage, hideously? In the days of yore it was lost. My figure reaching above a helpless sister is as eternal as the flowers. In ancient times they were mirage-imbued , yet in the modern world I am undivided... It loves a sea of peacefulness, unseeingly. And never may we laugh.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.