Stamping on their authoritarian hordes ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the storm stamping on a hostile spasm beyond the storm bursting forth from a hostile mountain defied my chaotic razors? Have those faeries used those worlds? Why, why are those avenging hordes authoritarian? The female thoughts arise. Have the grim fools healed their sinuous wolves..? Before Man you were as forbidding as the jewel... A mother scratching at a misunderstood bat is avenging. I struggle hideously stamping on the frustration. Did I so soon roam, violently? My bombs rage... My spasm stamping on a foul dragon weeps , a storm bursting forth from a flaming dragon seethes. A mountain weeps , the skull crawls... For what reason are my elves as abandoned as the fireflies? In the modern world I am vampire-like. The oppressor looming above a orgasmic dragon through the razor stamping on a hostile wasteland surrenders , yet those formless elves plot... Their grass crawls , a sand of frustration dies.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.