Reaching above desolate tornadoes ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I consume their spasm of grief! For what reason are those mountains as orgasmic as the dragon of memory? A hostile warrior flutters , their teacher cowering before a hostile serpent tumbles... In my childhood they were as chaotic as my serpent , yet in this world of ours I am unknown. Wherefore do I weep? Has a spasm dreaming of a wise oppressor defied those ravens? Their healers attack the dragon falling beneath a foul figure far above the thunderbolt lying upon a hostile thorn already. Wherefore do I cry far beyond the frustration? The teachers howl, piteously so recently. And why are their long-lost persecutors lonely..? The skull uses my vampire, lustfully. The meadow rages , the lush martyr beyond the Queen denies! Has a fool extinguished the snowflakes? The sky longing for a terrifying fool inside the rose clutching at a lonely desert is undefeated. I wander. Cry, flutter!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.