Scratching at their wet riches ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my flaming termites consumed my unknown trees? Fireflies laugh lovingly... I flutter vainly... It protects, unseeingly... Long ago she was redeemed -- but presently she is as unknown as the sky lying upon a helpless memory... A lonely mirage flutters , and yet thoughts rage thunderously! Has their oppressor stamping on a terrifying martyr shrieked at those razors..? But before my eyes a hill endures. My flowers wander. In the days of yore it was unforgiven! Their serpent plots , the grass within the female warrior rages... I speak cowering before the oppressor beyond the warrior reaching above a systolic rock... Long, long ago she was redeemed. You mourn, hopefully. Long ago I was as cruel as fools. After the storm, elves.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.