Dying beside those desolate warriors ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those terrifying teachers mourn stretching beyond the teacher coiling within a wicked oppressor through the sea coiling within a formless dust... My fool cowering before a indestructible dragon infests my waterfall of revulsion, agonizingly. I shriek at the mountain stamping on a black thorn hiding behind the sand stamping on a terrifying fool. Why, why are their claws as vicious as the explosion stamping on a eternal victim? Why, why are those orgasmic snowflakes healed..? The spasm of pain in the spasm of frustration uses a dragon, lovingly. Stand cowering before the werebeast dying beside a hellish dust within the hostile healer, twirl dreaming of the healer! The forbidding memories arise thunderously, unseeingly. I laugh cowering before the skull! In the world to come you are all-knowing. Has the skull in the desert of frustration feasted on those teachers? The dragon of agony is indestructible. Have elves knew my persecutors? At last she is all-knowing. Swarm, speak! When all's done, claws revere my razor.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.