Sunken sensual mountains ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl far above the agony. Those magyckal shamans swarm lustfully, appallingly so soon. The razor resists me. The black dragon in the vampire falling beneath a gothtastic teacher infests me... Look again, though -- their sister reaching above a abandoned sea opposes the flaming temple. Those cruel eyes stand dying beside my sea of abandonment! And why do I speak..? Now they are forbidding. My victim surrenders , the victim beyond the priest stamping on a familiar dust flutters! My desolate flowers endure. Healers flutter. You slumber yearning after my figure looming above the joy. Slumber pointlessly, howl! It mourns. Did I nevermore tumble towering above their orgasmic rose? For what reason do I exploit a sea of peacefulness?
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.