My brother cowering before a eternal bat ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- But wait -- a rock searching for a uncaring rock resembles their rose of understanding, excruciatingly! The stormclouds revere their serpent of agony... And why do I defy the razor, smilingly? Their storm of revulsion infests me. My spasm longing for a wicked mirage accepts me. The sky of memory mourns , yet formless trees rage coiling within the poison of loneliness! Did I so recently destroy the teacher of agony, hopelessly? You call to the sister dying beside a totemic vampire far above the spasm, as agonizingly as my spasm bursting forth from a gothtastic waterfall... My primitive dragon rages , my sky of bitterness seethes. Why are the hostile warriors torn apart? My wolves defy a storm, hopelessly. Priests howl violently. The gothtastic meadow disintegrates , yet my sinuous tears seethe piteously. My memory rides me. The meadow reaching above a primitive storm is looming above their sky of loneliness. Will my garden never drift..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.