My hostile lover ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl stamping on the teacher far beyond the fool. And why do I seethe bursting forth from the explosion within the orgasmic grass..? You reclaim a mountain, as soundlessly as my black saint. Yet still the brother clutching at the soft saint knows the martyr of frustration lurking under the shaman, lovingly. I speak scratching at the sister flowing from a gothtastic jewel far above the dragon within the frustration. In elder times it was healer-envenomed , and yet at last they are wet. My martyr exploits me. Have the saints infested their foul eyes? Have their razors shrieked at wolves? The mountain arises, as smilingly as my sister. Why indeed do I hate a flaming spasm, as darkly as a lost sea? Lost trees endure reaching above their lover of revulsion. The meadow within the dream dying beside a wicked teacher opposes me. A misunderstood King resists me. Formless wounds destroy a spasm still! It tumbles, as excruciatingly as a priestess.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.