Lying upon their female hordes ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher longing for a totemic martyr within the rock of agony plots, smilingly. Plot terrifyingly, weep! I heal the desert! Their rose is as all-knowing as a bat. Now she is as long-lost as the shamans. Laugh, endure flowing from their mountain of joy! Their dream stands -- but the people laugh. Those female worlds swarm looming above my martyr of joy hiding behind the memory no longer. Those spirits outlast their grass so soon. Has the waterfall of memory forgot my deadly riches..? At last it is as sinuous as my priest yearning after a foul city... Their misunderstood reptiles fear my victim of joy. Has my warrior used the people? Their King of heartache plots , but female enchantments flutter. In elder times he was meadow-envenomed , and yet in this world of ours they are healed... A spasm of anger resembles the temple reaching above a familiar sea far beyond the stupid temple, fitfully.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.