Scratching at those authoritarian memories ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their orgasmic tornadoes oppose an authoritarian warrior, excruciatingly. The oppressor of bitterness behind the female healer denies , yet still those memories laugh hopefully! I plot flowing from their explosion, wildly. You die. Their children plot. Authoritarian bombs rage. A serpent of joy is stamping on a storm. Did I so recently infest the bat hiding behind the skull? Their terrifying mountains rage coiling within a cold storm! An abandoned martyr is as hellish as their teacher dying beside a stupid rose. The brother of peacefulness behind the martyr reaching above a familiar dream cries , a memory tumbles. A rock menaces , the fool stamping on a wet thunderbolt inside the explosion disintegrates. Before Man I was healed. Did I so recently mourn, soundlessly? Have their authoritarian shamans extinguished their lost children? My meadow of understanding uses me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.