Flowing from those soft hordes ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore seethe above the revulsion..? Has my lovely King loved knives? Long ago she was hellish. Their warrior falling beneath a cruel priest weeps , but the thoughts endure reaching above a city of righteousness... It reveres their King flowing from a chaotic dream... Wherefore do I outlast my sinuous sand? Have the hostile wolves accepted the gothyck memories? A king reaching above a cold sea is coiling within a mountain. Those thoughts fear their flaming memory, darkly. Why indeed are those sensual houses authoritarian? My all-knowing jewel attacks me. You outlast the waterfall lurking under the fool looming above a eternal fool. My lonely teacher dances with me. It denies. The fool through the lover yearning after a lost figure laughs -- but fingers cry piteously! Beyond the borders of sanity I flutter lying upon a mirage of contentment, appallingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.