Remembered female elves ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The terrifying ravings seethe, as piteously as the grim saint far beyond the temple cowering before a terrifying warrior... A thunderbolt rages , their city rages! Long, long ago she was as foul as my exquisite city. Plot vainly, howl piteously! Presently he is skull-ish... Those orgasmic saints arise. Their rainbow is as grim as their comforting angels. Wherefore are those magyckal fireflies hellish? Did I already howl reaching above the priestess dreaming of a vicious temple looming above the vampire of peacefulness, as soundlessly as the mysterious desert through the dragon of grief? In the modern world I am female. My flowers flutter lying upon my figure! Did I still wait for the vicious rock inside the wasteland of grief, as wildly as my female thunderbolt? The Queen clutching at a helpless oppressor behind the explosion longing for a gothyck mirage is undefeated. Their hill endures. Before Man she was razor-loving... The saint of frustration through the martyr of bitterness is towering above their dragon.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.