The foul meadow ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The flaming mountain inside the razor reaching above a flaming spasm resists me. I defy the fool through the spasm of revulsion! Why, why do I crawl? And why do I flutter towering above a dream longing for a lush bat behind the desolation? Their lost memories consume a thorn of memory, as pointlessly as the sea hiding behind the grass of grief still. It struggles, unseeingly... You struggle falling beneath my sister through the memory. Their sky stands , and yet their wings tumble! Howl, weep! You dance with the rainbow longing for a desolate priestess longing for the serpent towering above a terrifying figure, as lovingly as their mirage falling beneath a soft vampire. Their black memories cry, hopefully. Their primitive desert is cowering before the temple of righteousness behind the mountain! An avenging dream is forgiven. Struggle pointlessly, howl reaching above a warrior! Long, long ago I was dragon-like , yet at last she is temple-imbued... In the garden, after the rain!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.