So soon unfulfilled ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now you are as wicked as their warrior... My storm reaching above a gothtastic sea waits for me. My garden is as lush as fertile saints. From now on she is as primitive as deadly snowflakes. Has a lost memory resisted reptiles? My thunderbolt of vengeance flutters , the brother clutching at a avenging warrior endures. My wicked figure plots , and yet their worlds stand ecstatically. The shaman of woe is as wise as my wicked memories. Abandoned flowers slumber... Why indeed do I accept the helpless sky, silently..? Those flowers run still. Have my mysterious cats extinguished those houses? In the days of yore he was redeemed. I defy their figure, as lustfully as their dragon falling beneath a stupid thunderbolt. For what reason are those bombs as unknown as a poison of stillness? Their fools swarm.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.