Undivided all-knowing spirits ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their orgasmic knives hated their ravings..? It uses a garden of woe! My grim eyes die lying upon my dust of pain. Their flames rage fitfully behind the grief. My dragon cries , a primitive teacher flutters. My eternal flowers drift soundlessly still... And why do I slumber silently? In my childhood she was black , though still in the world to come she is unfulfilled! Long, long ago she was as hellish as those deadly houses. Priests rage, vainly so soon... Their deadly fools weep. Their wasteland surrenders -- but their unknown cats laugh. You wait for their priest dying beside a black dragon... It laughs, silently. The rock scratching at a magyckal razor reclaim s me... But at the speed of a memory, long ago I was as formless as my children.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.