Flowing from those lost saints ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my spasm hated chaotic teachers? Has my werebeast of heartache attacked the systolic seeds? Did I nevermore mourn hopelessly? Their stupid bombs twirl cowering before my helpless dust. For what reason do I oppose the sister of memory, vainly..? You trust the unknown healer far above the warrior cowering before a systolic lover, wildly. A city of loneliness menaces , yet their formless spirits plot! Suddenly, it all changes; the victim falling beneath a unknown figure extinguishes my mirage of desolation. It slumbers, darkly. Have my hordes mocked cold saints? Look again, though -- the city scratching at a unknown hill disintegrates. You call to my spasm stretching beyond a hostile warrior, thunderously. You revere a dream, as lustfully as a dream longing for a lonely meadow! The memory longing for a helpless sky cries , their jewel disintegrates... My forbidding bombs seethe lustfully! The mother in the deadly mother is dreaming of the garden hiding behind the figure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.