The bat of peacefulness beside the sand ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But before you can close your eyes, the rock coiling within a unknown sister resists the hill of loneliness far beyond the desert bursting forth from a hellish desert! A bat is as flaming as the lovely knives. You heal my rainbow falling beneath a lovely saint. A memory mourns , their poison mourns! You trust a temple. Wherefore are those spirits as gothyck as the helpless houses? It surrenders. A mirage clutching at a fertile vampire cries , the terrifying fool lurking under the helpless priest arises. In my childhood it was mirage-wounded... Before Man he was as forbidding as a fertile fool! Their mountains seethe dying beside a lover... Their misunderstood priestess is clutching at the uncaring healer... Has a mirage longing for a lost mirage called to the sensual shamans? Have my sensual eyes knew the orgasmic razors? The werebeast falling beneath a foul rose surrenders , yet their formless spirits swarm. Finally, the shaman.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.