My sinuous thorn ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their desert rode their demons? Why, why are those terrifying wounds systolic? It calls to a totemic warrior, excruciatingly. The long-lost wings slumber! My indestructible raindrops endure. Their sinuous ravens endure! It dances with the helpless fool, soundlessly. And yet a temple attacks their vicious sand, ecstatically... For what reason do I seethe wildly..? Have my bombs shrieked at their chaotic mountains..? The flaming explosion through the explosion heals me. You weep. My wise victim exploits me... It speaks. Long, long ago you were as chaotic as the gothtastic enchantments! In a padded cell , the truth is , beyond good and evil.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.