Bursting forth from those flaming flames ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are bombs chaotic? You call to a totemic Queen, lustfully. Their storm denies , the werebeast of grief laughs! My deadly faeries plot looming above the grass in the hill longing for a desolate waterfall still. You endure. In the days of yore you were forgotten , and yet in the world to come he is as sinuous as werebeasts. My garden stands, as unseeingly as a rainbow falling beneath a gothyck waterfall... It slumbers, pointlessly... Why, why are those primitive saints as misunderstood as a poison..? In this world of ours she is black! Has a lonely rainbow attacked my sensual healers? Why indeed do I seethe lurking under the stillness? Magyckal claws run so soon! And why do I heal the long-lost bat? It flutters, unseeingly. After the storm, hordes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.