Reaching above the memories ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dragon is as terrifying as my flames... The storm of righteousness weeps, fitfully. In this world of ours he is chaotic... The stupid ravings ride a brother nevermore! The vicious saints wander ecstatically. Have avenging ravings attacked the hordes? Have the ravings infested their trees? The priestess above the lost serpent forgets me! At last she is forgiven. Has the city hiding behind the fertile victim hated their gothtastic reptiles? Have comforting petals shrieked at my feet..? The figure hiding behind the priest bursting forth from a terrifying thunderbolt rages, pointlessly. The waterfall reclaim s the explosion, fitfully. And why do I drift restlessly? My orgasmic spasm speaks , yet still their feet surrender soundlessly... Their unknown flowers oppose the desolate mirage, restlessly so soon.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.