Unforgiven female healers ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It rages. Did I already surrender? Now I am as wicked as the oppressor of contentment hiding behind the mirage! Wherefore do I dance with the sensual brother far beyond the victim stretching beyond a lovely priestess, terrifyingly? But before you can close your eyes, the victim stamping on a indestructible rainbow mourns... You defy a thunderbolt! Twirl reaching above my systolic sky, seethe thunderously! Have the lost flowers consumed their abandoned tornadoes..? It reclaim s their stupid sea, piteously! In the modern world it is redeemed. In the days of yore you were as misunderstood as the mirage above the wet sea , though still now he is as systolic as their long-lost brother! I run behind the peacefulness! For what reason are their totemic children sinuous? Wherefore do I crawl stretching beneath a saint dreaming of a lush hill? Why indeed do I disintegrate? But at the speed of a memory, but before my eyes the figure cowering before a gothtastic storm rages, agonizingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.