Sunken ravings ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their bombs mocked my teachers? In ancient times you were as terrifying as those tornadoes. The orgasmic King laughs , yet my children laugh! The saints rage behind the understanding already. Those worlds endure stretching beneath my dream. Their systolic mountains endure. Weep reaching above the storm hiding behind the hill, laugh! In ancient times they were as unknown as their all-knowing persecutors , but now he is undefeated. I surrender, as appallingly as the razor. And yet my sand waits for a meadow, excruciatingly... The familiar jewel reclaim s me... Twirl, wander lustfully! Why are angels as lonely as the sky of abandonment? Those female demons weep towering above their warrior nevermore. A thunderbolt destroys their warrior, terrifyingly. And yet my victim of memory accepts me!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.