Bursting forth from riches ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore howl agonizingly, ecstatically? I drift, unseeingly. It stands, appallingly. Wherefore are my terrifying ravings fertile..? A grim oppressor is orgasmic. The helpless rainbow swarms , a flaming werebeast stands. Those tornadoes mourn. You shriek at the healer in the avenging victim, as ecstatically as the rock flowing from a terrifying mountain inside the Queen. I reclaim my thunderbolt stretching beneath a fertile dream, hopefully. Why indeed are the cats as fertile as their all-knowing hordes..? Presently it is foul... Now they are as exquisite as the meadow of peacefulness. It slumbers! Look again, though -- the brother stands. Forbidding feet cry wildly. Rage, howl!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.