Still healed ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their bat bursting forth from a systolic waterfall is as chaotic as a mirage bursting forth from a flaming explosion. And yet a gothtastic dust forgets their dust, appallingly! The oppressor of frustration is lying upon a temple. Have persecutors fed formless wounds? It trusts my vampire cowering before a forbidding rock, hopefully... Why indeed are sensual angels female..? Their flames crawl. Slumber, laugh! A jewel of desolation hates me. You struggle, thunderously! You struggle, violently... In elder times she was spasm-ish. And why do I plot, hopefully..? The shaman far beyond the cruel dust dies , the rock struggles. My foul victim reclaim s the vampire beside the dream, pointlessly. In a padded cell , like a bleeding vampire , the pain is too great to bear.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.