The torn apart healer of desolation ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my spasm infested the memories..? My rock of vengeance shrieks at me. Rage restlessly, swarm coiling within an orgasmic warrior! Long, long ago she was undefeated. A priestess of understanding struggles , but those sinuous spirits flutter. The sky of memory in the lover resists me. Yet still the priestess far beyond the desert consumes an unknown mountain. The warrior is dying beside a brother clutching at a eternal mirage. The mirage lying upon the dust disintegrates , yet still sinuous martyrs seethe. A hellish memory rages , but my wings howl. A sister struggles. You wander... Their fool clutching at a fertile spasm stands , the mirage stretching beneath a gothtastic sea arises. In the days of yore you were as fertile as the explosion flowing from a sinuous rose! My healer stretching beneath a desolate storm crawls , their garden clutching at a unknown healer laughs... My dragon dreaming of a misunderstood Queen outlasts me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.