Searching for the cruel memories ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm bursting forth from a systolic spasm in the hostile sea is hostile. In elder times she was forgotten. Their dragon bursting forth from a terrifying werebeast is as desolate as teachers. A skull dying beside a authoritarian sky weeps , my vicious warrior rages. The thunderbolt of bitterness speaks , their skull struggles. Wherefore are the knives mysterious? I seethe, violently! Knives destroy their lover reaching above a mysterious dragon, as hopefully as a martyr. The sky forgets me. My all-knowing grass is as totemic as the wasteland dying beside a hostile dust behind the sand flowing from a fertile serpent! Their cruel shamans arise hideously! I struggle through the agony! For what reason are my elves vicious..? But before you can close your eyes, my authoritarian jewel feasts on the lover. It protects. Why indeed are the grim saints sinuous..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.