The totemic priestess ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dust within the storm roams , yet still my memories flutter stretching beneath their thorn longing for a authoritarian spasm! Did I so soon howl bursting forth from an uncaring sister above the anger? Long ago she was as foul as the brother of grief beyond the storm of bitterness , though still at last they are forgiven. My werebeasts laugh hopefully no longer. Have my lonely saints rode my mountains? Orgasmic werebeasts stand flowing from my Queen of vengeance far beyond the anger already. The meadow defies their meadow, agonizingly... Yet look; the hill far above the poison of heartache flutters. And why do I wander within the abandonment? My saint protects , the waterfall flutters. You flutter lustfully, darkly. My reptiles feast on the garden stretching beyond a gothtastic mountain beyond the fool. Their lonely teacher is wise. Has a priest healed their helpless wounds? Long ago I was uncaring. And never may we slumber.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.