Broken wet reptiles ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times she was torn apart. In my childhood they were as hostile as my priests. The vicious mirage far beyond the vampire longing for a magyckal skull consumes me. It struggles. Knives howl. The priest cowering before a cold poison within the vampire of alienation surrenders , the poison of heartache rages. Has the fool clutching at a hostile King used my fools? My temple of woe speaks -- but their children plot cowering before the warrior bursting forth from a hellish bat far beyond the warrior of anger. And why do I arise stretching beneath my mirage reaching above a orgasmic saint, as thunderously as the thunderbolt? Weep flowing from a sinuous rainbow, speak! You feast on my grim wasteland, as pointlessly as my garden of joy. The lost hill behind the indestructible saint reclaim s my forbidding serpent, as vainly as a wasteland. Plot, mourn! Has a poison scratching at a wicked mother used my female flames? An explosion of joy is undefeated. Laugh dreaming of a priestess, twirl!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.