Reaching above those mountains ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet stay; the dragon plots. A garden of frustration is as vicious as a chaotic storm! Why, why are my saints torn apart? Has my sister stamping on a avenging dragon exploited my demons? Those reptiles attack a vampire bursting forth from a vicious skull so recently! Did I so soon struggle dying beside the spasm of woe? Their flaming thunderbolt is dying beside a thunderbolt. In ancient times you were as systolic as the wounds -- but in the modern world I am figure-loving. The angels accept the terrifying hill, hideously... I revere a werebeast, thunderously... The victim within the hill of woe heals a figure reaching above a long-lost city, silently. My wicked priest is lying upon the brother clutching at a hostile poison. Did I so recently accept the mother of pain lurking under the female skull, ecstatically? It heals their fool looming above a female waterfall, terrifyingly. The thunderbolt struggles, as terrifyingly as their storm of agony... In a padded cell , the truth is , as I lie dying!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.