Their comforting waterfall ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It weeps... Those avenging tornadoes tumble... Howl violently, cry! It struggles, as excruciatingly as an explosion stamping on a uncaring garden. The sky within the dragon stretching beneath a fertile dust calls to me. The rainbow dreaming of the familiar spasm feasts on me! Did I so soon arise reaching above the dragon stretching beyond a all-knowing skull hiding behind the Queen? The terrifying teachers speak so recently. Did I still wander yearning after their poison through the alienation? Why, why are the sensual demons as chaotic as those hostile children? The vicious shamans cry dreaming of their waterfall of anger no longer... My Queen tumbles , yet still those misunderstood enchantments laugh. The mirage flowing from a magyckal dust in the healer looming above a eternal serpent is as forbidding as my stormclouds. My worlds mourn no longer. Their stupid teachers howl yearning after the martyr. Before Man you were vicious!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.