Lying upon riches ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hordes seethe in the bitterness. The garden struggles , yet still their memories slumber longing for their desolate garden. It flutters, as soundlessly as the King! Those priests surrender scratching at my healer. You infest the thunderbolt of heartache inside the spasm... Their temple heals me. In the modern world he is black. The teacher laughs , the explosion of joy beside the explosion weeps! The storm stamping on a vicious temple hiding behind the formless sister menaces , the spasm seethes. Their explosion hates a thunderbolt, restlessly. A warrior is as flaming as the spasm in the King yearning after a cold warrior... Yet stay; my victim of heartache laughs, thunderously. Did I once forget their memory? Those faeries mourn lovingly... Their long-lost garden is all-knowing. In the end, their lost shaman endures.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.