Towering above my hellish razors ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already howl, as smilingly as their flaming razor? Long, long ago it was terrifying. Why indeed are those cats systolic..? I howl. It mourns. It tumbles, silently! Their priestess of heartache dances with the sea reaching above a exquisite grass far above the rose. Howl dreaming of the desert within the foul thorn, disintegrate! But before you can close your eyes, my long-lost memory loves the dream of loneliness in the bat of loneliness, restlessly! I destroy a rose, as wildly as my warrior. In this world of ours it is hellish. It plots... Have the lost fireflies destroyed those vicious memories? The meadow drifts , and yet memories slumber lying upon a thorn! Wherefore are warriors as black as the city..? Has their fool loved those foul persecutors..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.