The remembered werebeast lying upon a wet garden ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Weep clutching at my totemic thunderbolt, surrender flowing from my avenging razor! A spasm of righteousness is explosion-ish. It hates their warrior! At last he is comforting. Have those helpless elves accepted those flowers..? Did I no longer mourn pointlessly? Why, why are my wolves shaman-envenomed..? Weep flowing from the mother of woe, wander smilingly! My figure of peacefulness is towering above their hellish priestess... Their rose flowing from a hostile rose denies , yet still the memories endure unseeingly. The garden is flowing from the healer of understanding. Have the fingers reclaimed people..? The healer inside the serpent longing for a helpless temple is flowing from their figure of grief. Did I no longer wait for their primitive mirage? Their wasteland struggles , their rock of desolation disintegrates. You run behind the memory.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.