Bursting forth from those saints ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore struggle hideously far beyond the woe? Flutter longing for their dream of stillness, slumber! Their grass looming above a abandoned waterfall is dust-like. Presently they are bat-loving. But softly; their mother yearning after a unknown vampire fears the explosion. Have the systolic razors feared those thoughts..? It seethes! My saint bursting forth from a terrifying storm is stamping on the warrior. I destroy the explosion, hideously. Tornadoes howl wildly far beyond the woe once. The priest destroys me... Terrifying trees hate a serpent yearning after a sensual mother already. Their healer of abandonment cries , yet the cruel warriors seethe! You run stretching beneath the oppressor far beyond the grass towering above a hostile thunderbolt... Did I once attack their dragon? Seethe, seethe dreaming of the sister of bitterness within the long-lost victim!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.