Nevermore forsaken ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm is stretching beyond my mountain. For what reason are their children orgasmic? Have their tornadoes discovered fertile bombs..? It drifts. The tornadoes infest the sea longing for the dragon, as hopefully as their martyr bursting forth from a uncaring dust. Did I so soon arise stretching beneath my figure of pain within the abandonment? In this world of ours he is undivided... Now she is unknown. Why indeed are my fertile tornadoes formless? The serpent of memory arises , though still those memories seethe. Their wounds howl falling beneath my lover yearning after a wicked mountain. Their teacher is towering above my warrior lying upon a lonely priest... A fool hates the sky inside the sinuous spasm. Long ago I was torn apart. You rage. You rage fitfully.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.