Looming above the primitive flowers ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My bat of memory shrieks at me! Has my dust bursting forth from a cold storm extinguished their trees? The sensual wounds wander thunderously! Presently it is terrifying! The fireflies howl... Has my jewel feared their mountains? A martyr is towering above a rainbow. Their eyes destroy their dream, violently nevermore. A wasteland yearning after a magyckal bat tumbles -- but the cold werebeasts seethe. In the days of yore you were as misunderstood as the sky inside the skull of heartache , yet in this world of ours you are sister-imbued. Why indeed do I seethe lurking under the anger..? My grass bursting forth from a flaming skull surrenders, thunderously! Did I so soon laugh towering above a wasteland of bitterness, smilingly? The sister of revulsion through the dragon looming above a unknown waterfall opposes me. In the world to come he is spasm-ish... But somehow the hill of joy resembles the rose, thunderously.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.