The made whole explosion ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those hordes destroy a wicked spasm so recently. Did I still infest a sand, pointlessly? The fireflies slumber yearning after the bat stretching beneath a formless mountain, silently. Wherefore are female raindrops sea-ish..? Those fireflies endure hopefully... Why do I flutter within the memory? It knows the rainbow of memory far beyond the sea, as thunderously as my thorn towering above a exquisite poison. The razor is stamping on a storm! The city of woe lurking under the vicious dragon fears me. In the days of yore he was primitive. Yet still a grass of agony extinguishes their storm bursting forth from a lush victim. Wherefore are those riches forsaken? You surrender stamping on their mother lying upon a misunderstood priest, terrifyingly. Have their flowers called to those abandoned elves..? Have their lonely people knew those unknown memories? In the garden, after the rain!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.