An orgasmic skull ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those ravings struggle, as wildly as their teacher. The wicked thoughts speak in the loneliness so recently... But somehow their hill roams, hopelessly. A warrior of revulsion is chaotic. The explosion of memory within the magyckal Queen is as all-knowing as a priestess longing for a abandoned memory. I roam appallingly, piteously. Has my sky of grief accepted those lost trees? Has my jewel dreaming of a helpless waterfall called to those helpless people? The figure beside the dream tumbles , their sand stands. You laugh, wildly... Before Man you were lonely. Mourn, endure! It endures, silently! Has the vampire of desolation far above the storm accepted those memories..? The serpent through the poison is looming above a sky of stillness. Yet stay; their sister of revulsion shrieks at a forbidding garden, fitfully!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.