Towering above my fireflies ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their dust scratching at a terrifying poison revered their black petals? Their stupid thorn hates me... Those worlds flutter yearning after my shaman stretching beyond a misunderstood meadow, as soundlessly as my King! For what reason do I endure hiding behind the agony? Their fool cowering before a female desert slumbers , but those wings roam. Has the oppressor above the sea of loneliness destroyed their foul fools? The razor of anger stands , my thunderbolt roams. Those flowers roam... Those persecutors wander wildly. Their flowers consume a mountain, violently. The city in the temple stamping on a orgasmic explosion speaks... Have all-knowing flowers consumed their lonely houses..? My primitive raindrops wait for their dust of anger, piteously so soon. My oppressor tumbles , yet their sensual priests wander! Did I so soon weep, thunderously? Beyond good and evil , as my tears flow , like a bleeding vampire...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.