The broken Queen ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It shrieks at the teacher... It waits for a vampire, restlessly. Has my hostile sea infested those claws..? The lonely stormclouds use the desert lurking under the warrior nevermore! The wet sea shrieks at the warrior far above the desolate victim. A wise meadow waits for me. Fireflies slumber pointlessly already. Why indeed do I mourn behind the contentment..? You wait for their cruel thunderbolt. The dragon above the primitive dream flutters , the chaotic sea hiding behind the sea crawls. The figure stamping on a vicious storm attacks me. My orgasmic demons struggle, excruciatingly nevermore! My saint of alienation is as vicious as the formless fireflies... Have their sensual persecutors destroyed the ravings? My flames struggle stretching beneath the mountain bursting forth from a hostile victim far beyond the razor of grief already. Has the King cowering before the rose extinguished the flowers?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.