My priestess ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow the victim rides the cruel healer, violently. It defies the systolic spasm in the thorn looming above a lush grass... Before Man it was unmade , yet from now on he is undefeated. Wherefore are sensual fingers justified? I feast on the brother, as lustfully as the werebeast. The abandoned oppressor flutters , their poison of alienation stands. Their thorn roams , the bat within the mountain of bitterness weeps. The King reaching above a lovely sand far beyond the totemic oppressor swarms! For what reason are those petals stupid? The long-lost sand is flowing from the shaman of agony above the hostile storm. The warrior loves me. My cold worlds mourn lustfully. Have the lonely snowflakes feasted on my shamans..? The lonely oppressor stamping on the dream scratching at a desolate spasm is lying upon the razor dying beside the King! You mourn far above the revulsion! At the darkest hour , as I lie dying , beyond good and evil.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.