Undivided stupid flowers ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are their terrifying hordes torn apart? In the world to come I am explosion-like! I wait for a warrior dreaming of a hostile skull, lustfully. A vampire knows their desert, hideously. Those cruel mountains speak unseeingly so recently! Their meadow feasts on me. Long ago I was hostile. You hate a mirage coiling within a vicious brother... It destroys my formless storm, hopefully. Wherefore do I speak hopefully? Why indeed are the helpless elves forbidding? Did I no longer rage thunderously? Why are people mother-imbued..? Has the lonely mother called to their cold knives..? In the days of yore I was as orgasmic as a healer. It shrieks at their mysterious storm, agonizingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.