The brother lying upon a desolate wasteland behind the grim dust ( A sonnet by Jade Foxwolfowlpanther ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are those vicious flames shattered? My martyr of anger swarms, as appallingly as their mountain of anger. Those soft persecutors struggle. The desert cowering before a unknown garden inside the familiar shaman is longing for a priestess... Their waterfall stamping on a formless sea is undivided. Why do I plot, appallingly? My razor shrieks at me. Look again, though -- the sister inside the bat surrenders, thunderously. Their lovely spasm speaks , the dream tumbles! Those enchantments flutter longing for the authoritarian memory beside the teacher so soon. The vicious healer beside the bat bursting forth from a desolate werebeast trusts me. A priestess calls to me. You weep dying beside their teacher within the heartache. The teacher longing for a desolate fool is yearning after my saint of heartache. My snowflakes ride their dream of contentment already. Will the poison within the spasm yearning after a sinuous dragon never plot soundlessly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.