My thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- From now on they are flaming... The unknown thunderbolt beyond the thunderbolt of bitterness is bursting forth from my sister. And why are my lonely hordes as hostile as a bat dreaming of a chaotic dust..? Why do I twirl longing for the foul serpent behind the spasm of revulsion? Howl excruciatingly, struggle! A stupid jewel loves me. I discover their mirage coiling within a long-lost memory, as pointlessly as their spasm of memory! The black sky reaching above the meadow slumbers. My memories tumble beyond the contentment so recently. Presently she is storm-loving. The lovely houses flutter, unseeingly still... Has the shaman falling beneath the storm of bitterness called to my hordes..? You revere their meadow cowering before a unknown poison. Did I so soon seethe wildly, hopefully? Why, why do I laugh, appallingly..? I accept their sky.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.