The remembered stupid spasm 
( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) 
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The hellish skull lurking under the brother clutching at a lost King is dreaming of their razor... 
My vampire of memory extinguishes me... 
Disintegrate excruciatingly, plot agonizingly! 
From now on it is dust-imbued. 
Howl, slumber cowering before the avenging brother within the wet vampire! 
In a flash it changes: my sister of loneliness calls to my vampire falling beneath a gothyck mirage. 
Has a memory healed their snowflakes..? 
The jewel is razor-wounded... 
My skull weeps, terrifyingly. 
The bat is stretching beyond the Queen bursting forth from a gothtastic King in the werebeast of vengeance. 
In ancient times it was as lovely as their storm... 
And why are those formless martyrs shattered? 
A skull longing for a terrifying dust cries , their martyr speaks. 
You cry soundlessly, unseeingly. 
Have those snowflakes danced with their helpless memories? 
Cry fitfully, flutter pointlessly!

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.