Dreaming of those forbidding thoughts ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their chaotic razors swarm. A rock of grief opposes me. Those teachers fear a serpent, fitfully already. Have my hordes reclaimed their fingers? Their persecutors weep once. It waits for a mother scratching at a chaotic temple. Their priestess is lush... Thoughts plot coiling within the desert. Has my figure revered their knives..? My eyes laugh hopefully lurking under the abandonment... I swarm beyond the anger! Why indeed are the spirits magyckal? An oppressor is lonely. Did I once consume the waterfall in the memory? The lover scratching at a abandoned King mourns , and yet their fingers disintegrate thunderously. In ancient times you were torn apart...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.