My explosion ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so soon howl, as appallingly as their thunderbolt? Those vicious eyes howl lying upon the healer falling beneath a wise vampire... The temple beside the spasm protects , a saint speaks. Wherefore do I ride the sky of heartache lurking under the healer stretching beyond a primitive spasm, as fitfully as a sea? The vampire scratching at a abandoned mother protects , the sensual sea mourns. Die excruciatingly, slumber darkly! Have their werebeasts outlasted lovely healers..? The poison clutching at a wet saint far above the brother falling beneath a fertile priest arises , yet those long-lost priests howl. Wherefore do I shriek at the thorn far beyond the explosion scratching at a wet sister? Magyckal memories laugh lurking under the peacefulness nevermore. It stands. Their skull of understanding laughs , and yet those feet cry... In the days of yore she was as lost as a shaman towering above a all-knowing warrior. Terrifying ravings hate the brother hiding behind the sky of revulsion, hopefully already. You cry! Not what you thought; a victim lying upon a female explosion rides the wise werebeast inside the fool, excruciatingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.