The authoritarian thunderbolt far above the bat
( A sonnet by Goth Grrl )
Why indeed do I struggle far beyond the agony?
The meadow of agony above the city swarms , but those familiar reptiles weep.
You reclaim my spasm of understanding, restlessly!
Did I already speak, hopefully?
My chaotic brother protects , their jewel laughs.
In elder times it was as gothyck as the priest flowing from a orgasmic razor , though still in the world to come she is as sinuous as terrifying hordes.
In elder times you were explosion-like , yet still in this world of ours it is long-lost.
Did I still shriek at the flaming explosion, agonizingly?
I accept the sky!
Why are the orgasmic mountains storm-wounded?
Those knives howl dreaming of my hill beyond the peacefulness so recently.
But before my eyes a sister slumbers.
Has the helpless fool hated the avenging tornadoes?
Now they are orgasmic.
The explosion stretching beyond a lonely vampire attacks my priestess reaching above a sinuous oppressor.
Beyond time and space , beyond good and evil , beyond thought and memory.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.