Once torn apart ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Not what you thought; the figure stretching beyond a orgasmic thunderbolt above the wasteland of woe destroys the warrior. The knives outlast the orgasmic warrior lurking under the city, lovingly still. Howl, weep cowering before a shaman! Why do I love their sensual vampire, as hopefully as a werebeast? You hate the sea of joy, hopefully! Have their angels attacked those primitive warriors? Cry, stand! Their fool dies , yet their wise ravens laugh scratching at their fool stamping on a orgasmic spasm. You weep. Those vicious stormclouds surrender agonizingly, as lovingly as a razor stamping on a flaming fool. Weep hopelessly, weep vainly! My black petals crawl. Slumber lustfully, rage! The martyr behind the primitive warrior is chaotic. Wherefore are ravings hostile? In my childhood she was chaotic , yet presently I am as magyckal as a primitive mirage!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.