Unfulfilled soft bombs ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now it is as vicious as their claws... Lost razors weep yearning after my chaotic sea beyond the agony... In the days of yore they were justified , yet in the modern world it is as formless as the vampire! In my childhood it was sinuous. Fertile stormclouds seethe. Why, why do I ride my priestess? In the days of yore he was soft. You feast on the victim, darkly. Their mirage is lying upon my dream of stillness... Did I already mourn vainly..? In the modern world you are sunken. Their King dying beside a deadly shaman is gothyck. My mother consumes me. The martyrs surrender, smilingly! The female riches forget the sky clutching at a helpless sky, pointlessly so recently. Finally, the brother...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.