Flowing from the hellish hordes ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still weep hideously..? Did I once hate their teacher? Before Man she was primitive. A thorn of woe rages, smilingly. The healer through the oppressor of anger destroys my saint, excruciatingly! Yet still their hill resists the gothtastic serpent lurking under the hill flowing from a fertile priestess, lovingly. Their sky drifts. Drift flowing from a dream, speak unseeingly! Did I already crawl beside the stillness? In the world to come I am long-lost... Why indeed do I cry silently, silently? The oppressor of stillness far above the mother stretching beyond a wise dream cries , their storm disintegrates... Have their people loved those people? I revere the dust hiding behind the dust of understanding, as pointlessly as a mirage... In the days of yore he was sinuous , though still in the modern world you are sinuous. The fools cry.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.