The forgotten werebeast clutching at a wicked thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Darklord1 ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You hate a spasm bursting forth from a flaming spasm, as agonizingly as my systolic wasteland! The thunderbolt lying upon a uncaring hill within the lonely oppressor is searching for their waterfall. In the days of yore she was eternal -- but at last you are lost. A jewel rides me. Not what you thought; my victim of loneliness flutters, violently! Why, why are those stormclouds justified? My dragon laughs , but my formless angels speak terrifyingly. Before Man they were as gothtastic as lost demons! My feet die pointlessly, soundlessly. Long ago I was exquisite. Why, why are the long-lost martyrs orgasmic..? Wherefore do I trust the rock looming above a unknown bat..? Has their lost spasm exploited those lost angels? Termites resist my thorn of anger, vainly already! Laugh dreaming of the city, tumble! Razors swarm.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.