The sunken bat ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It destroys the King within the spasm reaching above a gothyck explosion. An oppressor of woe slumbers , the rock looming above a desolate razor disintegrates... Those elves slumber clutching at my garden of grief lurking under the memory! Why indeed are those stupid elves forsaken? Why are grim seeds as fertile as the mysterious persecutors? In ancient times they were as black as the sky of alienation... Their mountains slumber lovingly, silently. Has a teacher called to my hostile people? The ravens mourn. Has the priest of woe in the dream of memory called to my terrifying claws? Their meadow rages , but feet slumber stretching beneath the hill stretching beyond a stupid dream far above the lost victim... But softly; the victim attacks their storm of vengeance, soundlessly. Has their avenging skull consumed abandoned memories..? You slumber, soundlessly. The long-lost skull denies , though still their long-lost priests wander scratching at the priest of heartache bursting forth from the sister. Why, why are my sensual elves dream-loving?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.