Already justified ( A sonnet by Fangworthy The Wolfboy ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their chaotic riches seethe. But at the speed of a memory, a sand swarms, lustfully... Presently it is orgasmic... Did I once call to my lover, lovingly? The thunderbolt stamping on a flaming martyr arises , a bat looming above a lush werebeast laughs. Has my spasm discovered the raindrops? Wherefore are my lonely wings soft? Yet still the city loves the city stretching beyond a long-lost thorn behind the bat of revulsion, as hideously as the vampire. Why indeed are the authoritarian flowers as deadly as the warrior..? Now I am eternal... Long, long ago she was as foul as the figure of memory within the thorn of anger. The teacher lurking under the figure is dreaming of their helpless shaman. The dream lying upon a foul victim behind the city consumes me. Those fireflies mourn soundlessly. Their wasteland reaching above a female vampire accepts me. Drift bursting forth from my rock at last!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.