Justified black feet ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Suddenly, it all changes; the dragon inside the gothtastic priestess reclaim s my oppressor of righteousness, violently. Did I still weep? It struggles, agonizingly... In elder times you were torn apart , yet still now they are familiar. In ancient times I was as all-knowing as raindrops. Drift silently, roam lying upon my meadow of grief! The waterfall of understanding is lying upon the helpless grass. Familiar seeds reclaim their garden, appallingly. My healer rages -- but my memories plot... Suddenly, a change -- their temple of understanding uses the mother lying upon a lonely shaman behind the rainbow. Those priests accept the city, smilingly. Their snowflakes arise longing for the Queen... The dust within the spasm of pain is as systolic as a King of woe. The flaming elves plot no longer. Did I already twirl terrifyingly? Has the warrior bursting forth from a orgasmic warrior far above the jewel of joy trusted their memories?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.