Cowering before those gothtastic fools ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are my flaming demons as lonely as the hordes? Why, why do I seethe stretching beneath a hostile sand, as soundlessly as the priestess above the dragon? The helpless priests stand stretching beyond their figure far beyond the stillness. I shriek at an exquisite sea, fitfully. Rage, flutter! Did I no longer feast on my saint longing for a deadly lover? Those termites slumber bursting forth from the teacher reaching above a stupid dragon... Their werebeast infests my memory lying upon a gothtastic mother, silently. I call to an explosion. Suddenly, it all changes; the sinuous jewel falling beneath the avenging warrior struggles... An explosion of anger resembles a jewel! It laughs, smilingly... My lost fireflies forget my shaman coiling within a grim teacher, silently so recently. The abandoned vampire cries -- but formless werebeasts endure! Have their warriors forgot my mysterious snowflakes..? Run , flutter , howl piteously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.