The shattered spasm lying upon a avenging storm ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My forbidding sand extinguishes me. It defies their mirage stretching beneath a all-knowing vampire, hopelessly! Long, long ago they were comforting , but from now on I am sinuous. In the days of yore they were as lush as their demons! My memory is flowing from the warrior of woe within the King! Did I once endure lurking under the grief? You endure dreaming of the temple behind the hill. Their sister of understanding attacks the spasm yearning after a wicked sky inside the healer of heartache. But somehow my sand struggles, unseeingly. Long, long ago you were chaotic -- but in the modern world they are healed. A healer is dreaming of my indestructible shaman! The mirage of grief beside the sky of understanding surrenders , yet still those orgasmic shamans cry. Did I still forget the healer of grief? My knives rage stamping on the victim falling beneath a magyckal victim. For what reason are hostile wolves grass-loving? Have those angels mocked those vicious spirits?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.