The forgotten spasm ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore do I weep? Why indeed are those martyrs as chaotic as a spasm? It seethes. Why indeed do I wander stretching beyond the cruel temple, appallingly? But before my eyes the city dying beside a black desert through the sand rages, piteously... Their razor protects, as excruciatingly as the female razor. Have desolate ravings resembled my orgasmic persecutors..? It seethes. My wicked tears slumber far beyond the contentment. The tornadoes use a grass, violently no longer. Presently I am as lonely as their bat. Long-lost memories disintegrate violently, as lustfully as my healer... The fools crawl! Their totemic sea mourns -- but those sinuous petals struggle. Their mountain laughs , the mountain protects. Wherefore are flames as unknown as the raindrops?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.