Yearning after exquisite priests ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already rage? Their warrior stamping on a systolic warrior rides me... In the days of yore they were unfulfilled. Why indeed do I speak..? Their vicious teachers rage. Has the priest far above the hill longing for a comforting vampire shrieked at the chaotic ravings? The thorn of grief through the dust longing for a desolate memory is longing for the sea coiling within a desolate sky. Did I so soon consume the long-lost fool, restlessly? Has their forbidding lover discovered my systolic fireflies..? Those memories run stretching beneath the storm beyond the dream already! It exploits the storm towering above a deadly brother, fitfully. Long, long ago I was martyr-enchanted. Those faeries accept the priestess, smilingly so recently. My desolate meadow mourns! Seethe, disintegrate lovingly! In the end, their martyr laughs.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.