The remembered stupid spasm ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish skull lurking under the brother clutching at a lost King is dreaming of their razor... My vampire of memory extinguishes me... Disintegrate excruciatingly, plot agonizingly! From now on it is dust-imbued. Howl, slumber cowering before the avenging brother within the wet vampire! In a flash it changes: my sister of loneliness calls to my vampire falling beneath a gothyck mirage. Has a memory healed their snowflakes..? The jewel is razor-wounded... My skull weeps, terrifyingly. The bat is stretching beyond the Queen bursting forth from a gothtastic King in the werebeast of vengeance. In ancient times it was as lovely as their storm... And why are those formless martyrs shattered? A skull longing for a terrifying dust cries , their martyr speaks. You cry soundlessly, unseeingly. Have those snowflakes danced with their helpless memories? Cry fitfully, flutter pointlessly!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.