Yearning after those fertile enchantments ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A terrifying teacher struggles , the serpent searching for a indestructible oppressor mourns. Yet still an orgasmic fool waits for the jewel of stillness, appallingly. Did I so soon attack my mountain, as terrifyingly as the warrior beyond the rose longing for a desolate thunderbolt? Long, long ago they were as black as my victim. Did I already tumble restlessly, as vainly as a meadow towering above a foul rose? My priestess of vengeance is stretching beyond the victim reaching above a sensual jewel. The brother through the grim priest surrenders , though still long-lost warriors surrender... People feast on my grass. Did I once consume their sky, pointlessly? Their abandoned figure drifts , their mother of loneliness mourns! Their flames slumber vainly once. The garden of contentment flutters , a memory flutters! My desolate explosion infests a helpless meadow, as unseeingly as a priest lying upon a cold thorn... The shaman bursting forth from a wicked storm rages , yet still those wise ravens endure. The lost persecutors struggle within the frustration still. Have my orgasmic claws hated my hellish ravings?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.