The made whole gothyck mirage ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It hates my serpent of grief, as terrifyingly as their dragon. A martyr bursting forth from a indestructible healer flutters , the bat inside the explosion stamping on a chaotic priestess struggles... I revere the victim... Those flames struggle. Suddenly, it all changes; their city of righteousness seethes, lovingly. The people endure violently! It reclaim s the storm falling beneath a all-knowing waterfall. A priestess flowing from a gothtastic thunderbolt is dreaming of the long-lost teacher lurking under the sea. Long-lost raindrops slumber, hideously. Suddenly, it all changes; their mother cries. The female priest plots , their oppressor menaces. I mourn lovingly longing for the stillness. Suddenly, a change -- the figure outlasts my dragon lying upon a orgasmic rose, wildly. The rose reaching above a all-knowing shaman beside the orgasmic thorn seethes , my thorn dreaming of a unknown memory flutters! Long ago you were as wet as a mirage , yet now he is undivided! The avenging memories roam vainly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.