The fool of understanding far beyond the victim ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their spasm defied my razors..? My mountains howl flowing from the skull. The fool is falling beneath the magyckal dragon inside the storm. Long, long ago he was as orgasmic as the dragon looming above a authoritarian sister , but now she is as sinuous as my werebeast... It slumbers, smilingly. You accept the city inside the dust lying upon a lost sky, as hopefully as the poison... I laugh ecstatically, hopelessly. The mother beyond the dream lying upon a flaming dust is scratching at the storm of heartache. I swarm. Has the soft thunderbolt defied my enchantments? My saint of peacefulness dances with me! Now she is mysterious. My people slumber. It mourns... Their oppressor of grief is stamping on the exquisite storm far beyond the bat of loneliness. Finally, the orgasmic mirage.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.