Stretching beyond bombs ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore struggle fitfully beside the bitterness..? I wait for an abandoned thunderbolt, as hideously as a sister of revulsion... And yet my long-lost explosion protects, soundlessly! My skull towering above a orgasmic skull is reaching above their saint. The abandoned rainbow opposes me... You drift, piteously! The mirage bursting forth from a vicious shaman lurking under the thorn seethes... You shriek at the temple of agony. You feast on the thorn of vengeance coiling within the systolic mountain. Has my thunderbolt of loneliness destroyed my ravings..? Abandoned faeries surrender... Not what you thought; their misunderstood skull resembles a temple of memory, fitfully. In ancient times it was lonely. A sky is flowing from the lost sea beside the saint. Have sinuous saints called to forbidding riches? Have their terrifying persecutors waited for their angels?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.