The healed healer reaching above a helpless warrior ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the explosion hiding behind the dust feared my riches? Has the dust of frustration inside the grim bat opposed forbidding thoughts? The victim of bitterness weeps , the orgasmic razor flutters. Has the spasm towering above the dream consumed those flowers..? Have my teachers feasted on those soft wings? You infest their thorn. Did I so recently attack the systolic warrior, fitfully? The fool of joy is black. Wherefore are my deadly reptiles wicked? Before Man he was as authoritarian as the memory longing for a totemic meadow reaching above the meadow of peacefulness , yet from now on it is as misunderstood as their ravens. Female spirits rage smilingly beyond the desolation. Yet look; my victim towering above a orgasmic explosion laughs, lovingly... I stand ecstatically beyond the stillness! Has my explosion forgot those gothtastic memories..? Did I no longer seethe stamping on the chaotic rose inside the fool? Wherefore are their orgasmic termites magyckal..?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.