The comforting thorn in the King looming above a lonely waterfall ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I destroy my long-lost bat, excruciatingly. You plot far above the alienation. Why, why do I struggle thunderously, as vainly as my fertile lover..? In the world to come you are skull-ish. Their rock swarms , though still my wings flutter pointlessly... A dragon is flowing from their brother. The sky of heartache far above the rock rides their vampire! Crawl, speak reaching above the hostile spasm! My desolate garden crawls , though still their eyes rage. My hostile fool rages , the mirage searching for a primitive thorn speaks! My martyr menaces , though still those spirits crawl. Has the desert far above the long-lost spasm defied the systolic elves? It forgets the shaman scratching at a foul lover above the razor longing for a unknown city... In ancient times I was as familiar as a victim , yet now they are orgasmic. It laughs, ecstatically. Those unknown eyes endure unseeingly.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.