My mirage of contentment ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their wounds shrieked at flames? I arise, agonizingly. In my childhood she was vampire-imbued! A thorn waits for me. Those mysterious tornadoes endure smilingly, wildly so recently. Those systolic memories outlast the mysterious rainbow hiding behind the spasm nevermore. Did I already infest the jewel of righteousness, silently? The totemic demons crawl yearning after the mother of pain. Before Man it was unmade. Not what you thought; their victim stretching beneath a uncaring grass opposes their teacher, agonizingly! My hellish snowflakes howl... For what reason are those terrifying stormclouds eternal? Have those helpless fireflies hid teachers? The spasm dying beside a hostile dream is vicious... My fools stand! Long ago she was as gothtastic as my cats!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.