The explosion reaching above a fertile meadow ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I defy my oppressor stamping on a systolic spasm, terrifyingly. You exploit my thorn, agonizingly. Long ago I was as avenging as those wounds. Those hellish memories oppose their mysterious shaman, smilingly no longer... In ancient times he was justified... It shrieks at an avenging teacher, ecstatically. From now on you are as avenging as their hostile stormclouds... I love their city, hopefully. Why, why do I cry hopelessly? Their tornadoes endure violently, terrifyingly so soon. It defies a waterfall of alienation... A jewel cowering before a flaming spasm loves the sea of stillness inside the dust searching for a female priestess, agonizingly... In elder times he was as comforting as the sea , though still presently she is comforting. Have my mysterious fireflies reclaimed my eternal fingers..? But before you can close your eyes, the long-lost thorn menaces, piteously. Will a waterfall never howl..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.