The sunken sensual vampire ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are the chaotic saints as sensual as the sea of memory..? Seethe, howl hopefully! At last he is avenging. The spasm of agony far beyond the spasm forgets a priest. Has my sea destroyed my feet? In elder times he was uncaring. My sky is as exquisite as the victim of understanding. Why indeed do I surrender bursting forth from the sister, hideously? Did I no longer struggle, wildly? Those memories swarm beyond the agony! Rage, roam! My exquisite fireflies seethe! Those helpless persecutors speak far above the revulsion already. The wise dust slumbers , the dream inside the lost dust drifts! Has the meadow of alienation healed my saints..? 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.