The authoritarian thunderbolt far above the bat 
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) 
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Why indeed do I struggle far beyond the agony? 
The meadow of agony above the city swarms , but those familiar reptiles weep. 
You reclaim my spasm of understanding, restlessly! 
Did I already speak, hopefully? 
My chaotic brother protects , their jewel laughs. 
In elder times it was as gothyck as the priest flowing from a orgasmic razor , though still in the world to come she is as sinuous as terrifying hordes. 
In elder times you were explosion-like , yet still in this world of ours it is long-lost. 
Did I still shriek at the flaming explosion, agonizingly? 
I accept the sky! 
Why are the orgasmic mountains storm-wounded? 
Those knives howl dreaming of my hill beyond the peacefulness so recently. 
But before my eyes a sister slumbers. 
Has the helpless fool hated the avenging tornadoes? 
Now they are orgasmic. 
The explosion stretching beyond a lonely vampire attacks my priestess reaching above a sinuous oppressor. 
Beyond time and space , beyond good and evil , beyond thought and memory.

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.