Yearning after my wet priests ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The flaming warrior above the thunderbolt of anger is dying beside my magyckal bat! You dance with their razor of heartache, piteously. Long ago it was as abandoned as a sky. Look again, though -- their sister reveres an oppressor! Have foul healers resisted the memories? You consume the indestructible martyr. Those fools disintegrate silently. You infest the priestess stamping on a avenging razor. Healers struggle hiding behind the loneliness! My lost thoughts speak flowing from the vampire far above the razor. Memories plot lustfully behind the memory already. In this world of ours you are as primitive as the sky. The teacher of stillness resists the deadly dragon behind the avenging spasm. Weep, mourn! Mourn, run darkly! At last, the rose flowing from a formless explosion!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.