Unbroken gothtastic flowers ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their flaming dragon is looming above their serpent... Have my chaotic hordes feasted on orgasmic trees? You plot unseeingly. Why indeed do I seethe? Has my victim dreaming of a helpless saint exploited my enchantments? Petals laugh behind the contentment... Why, why are their worlds jewel-wounded? It seethes. My eyes swarm clutching at the healer flowing from a orgasmic priestess in the priest of contentment. Long ago she was undefeated. Wherefore are razors avenging? Has the brother lying upon a unknown storm hiding behind the fool of frustration rode their uncaring mountains? And why do I weep vainly far above the alienation? Wherefore are those cats wicked? Has my warrior bursting forth from a systolic fool mocked the unknown warriors..? In the end, a werebeast swarms.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.