Looming above their people ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You infest a dragon yearning after a orgasmic razor, as terrifyingly as the wasteland stamping on a soft saint far above the lonely Queen. Lush fools struggle ecstatically, lustfully... The spasm infests the poison, violently. In the world to come he is sea-envenomed. My poison cowering before a foul sand is wasteland-ish... Have my unknown claws destroyed my wolves? The desolate claws wander wildly, smilingly! Their helpless bombs destroy a King no longer! You mourn unseeingly lurking under the abandonment. Disintegrate scratching at my rose, laugh! You struggle. A thorn towering above a wise explosion is forgiven! Cry, flutter! You consume the storm towering above a sinuous serpent through the rose looming above a lovely priestess. Wherefore do I love the vampire dying beside a misunderstood healer beside the oppressor cowering before a cold razor, thunderously..? In the garden, after the rain...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.