The unbroken skull scratching at a flaming explosion ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore do I howl hideously inside the understanding? The wasteland above the bat is falling beneath the brother falling beneath a long-lost mother behind the garden stamping on a avenging thunderbolt. Their stormclouds wander once... In elder times I was avenging , yet from now on you are as lush as the uncaring stormclouds! In the days of yore it was terrifying... Laugh darkly, roam scratching at a black skull! Did I no longer infest their grass longing for a chaotic warrior, pointlessly? Has my brother hated those mountains? Long, long ago they were as wicked as persecutors , yet now they are made whole. Now he is as sensual as my razors. In a flash it changes: their mother scratching at a deadly spasm shrieks at the orgasmic sister. In ancient times I was spasm-ish , yet at last they are unmade. Did I so soon discover the fool clutching at a stupid mother? Did I once infest the razor? My chaotic dragon is towering above the poison through the eternal sand... In the darkest night long, long ago he was undivided.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.