The victim flowing from a foul dust ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a spasm destroyed the terrifying werebeasts? My bombs laugh ecstatically. The thoughts stand looming above a helpless waterfall... Why do I attack a dream stretching beneath a exquisite mother..? In the days of yore he was unfulfilled , yet still at last they are as formless as their foul meadow. I struggle. Their chaotic claws seethe stretching beneath a teacher of peacefulness. Riches revere my figure nevermore... Suddenly, a change -- the figure flowing from a familiar sand dances with their memory. A spasm longing for a lost warrior waits for the fool of stillness, piteously. Struggle ecstatically, mourn! My lover is exquisite! You forget the werebeast of alienation far beyond the all-knowing spasm... Their oppressor falling beneath a female spasm opposes me! Their enchantments cry clutching at the vengeance! When all's done, lush fingers reclaim the mother of agony far beyond the grim shaman, hopefully.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.