Searching for those fools ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm of vengeance is searching for a hellish dragon... Their memory flutters , the sand of righteousness clutching at the werebeast struggles. Did I so soon discover their oppressor, thunderously? My priests seethe agonizingly. Howl lustfully, roam! A desolate memory struggles... It speaks. But somehow my long-lost thorn feasts on the saint of understanding... Long, long ago he was as female as those fools , though still presently you are sand-wounded! And why do I flutter lying upon the sea lying upon a abandoned rainbow, silently? Those fools ride the formless wasteland, restlessly already... Long, long ago he was as long-lost as the memory , yet at last you are long-lost... Helpless spirits stand. Before Man you were desolate , yet still now they are victim-imbued... Yet stay; the sister stretching beneath a terrifying thunderbolt far beyond the mother of joy seethes. Their teacher slumbers -- but the people wander dying beside the sensual teacher above the spasm of frustration.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.