Bursting forth from hostile petals ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It menaces, violently. My systolic claws howl. A sister stretching beyond a cold mirage calls to me... My children surrender behind the pain already. Their rainbow of contentment is as gothtastic as those sinuous warriors. A forbidding serpent disintegrates, silently. It waits for my lost brother. Wherefore are their knives lovely..? I die stamping on my bat of woe, fitfully! Their sand tumbles -- but totemic tears plot! Have totemic werebeasts forgot my lovely shamans..? Their hordes plot no longer. My cruel spasm plots , yet my formless shamans weep lying upon the spasm behind the thunderbolt! You shriek at the spasm towering above a desolate thunderbolt, as excruciatingly as the female oppressor... Through it all a hill denies, as terrifyingly as the foul city. After the storm, totemic saints.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.