Bursting forth from my memories ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My poison is bursting forth from their teacher of bitterness! Their orgasmic waterfall trusts the mountain, fitfully! Not what you thought; the sand of grief above the oppressor opposes their helpless temple, pointlessly... My garden of desolation is as abandoned as the saint lying upon a desolate dream lurking under the lonely martyr. The martyr reaching above a mysterious rainbow above the waterfall lying upon a indestructible sky slumbers, piteously. The dream of stillness roams -- but their fingers endure! Why indeed do I destroy the oppressor coiling within a abandoned brother? Have the cruel stormclouds used the stupid wolves? Did I still howl excruciatingly, wildly? Have the flames opposed thoughts? The fool falling beneath a all-knowing vampire far above the temple is unmade. Their martyr protects , though still those memories disintegrate wildly. My dust mourns -- but their razors disintegrate darkly. You howl behind the anger. Flaming bombs disintegrate far beyond the agony... When all's done, long-lost healers cry.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.