The unfulfilled sensual sister
"save us from ourselves!" he is soft...
My sinuous stormclouds plot inside the frustration!
It infests my storm, unseeingly.
Those mysterious fireflies know a waterfall dreaming of a helpless dust once!
It consumes my victim.
My gothtastic spasm is stupid.
The poison is scratching at the fool!
Their thorn slumbers , yet my sinuous hordes weep...
You surrender violently.
Why, why are orgasmic knives unmade?
The wasteland of loneliness beside the dragon weeps , their dragon seethes.
Beyond thought and memory the thunderbolt dreaming of a orgasmic fool is as helpless as saints.
Original URL: jbrowse.com
(has been defunct for some time)
Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.