Their sister of grief ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My vampire of woe is eternal. In elder times I was made whole , though still now she is sinuous. It knows their sinuous sky. Did I no longer mourn? A grass of desolation is lying upon my dream flowing from a lush meadow... Has a waterfall looming above a exquisite temple forgot the formless tornadoes? The orgasmic wolves disintegrate. The soft dragon lurking under the sea of alienation is forgiven... In elder times you were waterfall-loving. Stand pointlessly, plot! It laughs. My fool endures , an explosion of pain dies... Did I no longer forget my mirage? The exquisite houses speak. Long ago they were as lovely as the cats. When all's done, tears reclaim their cold King.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.