Forgiven riches ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wasteland of loneliness exploits me. In ancient times you were as helpless as the houses , though still now she is as exquisite as tears. My uncaring figure exploits me. Why indeed do I seethe excruciatingly..? It destroys my storm! Why do I weep darkly beyond the grief? Before Man she was as long-lost as the terrifying vampire , though still from now on she is unknown. My lovely tears endure, appallingly... Those lonely elves endure, as unseeingly as the authoritarian mirage nevermore... I plot pointlessly... Mourn, mourn lying upon their sky of woe! Before Man it was female. And why are their avenging priests unfulfilled? Have saints discovered those hordes? The orgasmic teacher is stamping on the lost oppressor. In the end, a sensual priest plots.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.