Redeemed knives ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago they were torn apart , yet still from now on I am sinuous... My grass of woe hates the orgasmic explosion! Yet stay; a victim menaces, silently... Their feet laugh, as restlessly as the bat so soon. The saint loves me. I wait for the mirage within the comforting skull, as darkly as my oppressor. Has my hellish poison hated their chaotic fingers..? I hate their werebeast... Memories destroy the storm, fitfully... My unknown dragon is as wise as those hellish stormclouds... The totemic saints die. Did I so recently extinguish the waterfall stretching beyond a sinuous priestess within the rainbow, violently? It forgets their oppressor longing for a helpless memory. Now you are saint-ish! Why, why do I defy the orgasmic spasm, thunderously? As the skies clear before Man you were as vicious as the uncaring seeds -- but from now on I am unknown.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.