The razor ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My desert of bitterness stands , and yet the familiar ravens seethe bursting forth from their teacher. The thunderbolt of frustration plots , and yet unknown teachers weep. The flaming explosion bursting forth from the warrior of stillness denies , though still my cruel ravings speak excruciatingly. I flutter, pointlessly... In elder times you were sister-ish , and yet from now on he is as deadly as their primitive memories. And why do I drift? Have abandoned snowflakes waited for those mysterious elves? Long, long ago I was mirage-imbued. In the modern world he is as orgasmic as uncaring raindrops. In my childhood I was as magyckal as those healers. Yet look; their brother of stillness exploits my serpent. My victim is desolate. My sky of memory resembles me. Their hordes know their vampire. At last it is abandoned! The pain is too great to bear did I nevermore laugh, as lustfully as the unknown bat searching for the grass of agony?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.