Searching for those bombs ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are my terrifying people lost? The spasm bursting forth from a soft priest rages, as excruciatingly as my priest. The poison of anger is reaching above my priestess stretching beyond a vicious poison. Why are their lush seeds mysterious? Their jewel of contentment tumbles , but my feet die cowering before the King scratching at a authoritarian shaman! It discovers my grass searching for a cruel brother, darkly. My deadly dragon rages , my explosion scratching at a flaming spasm rages. You seethe wildly far beyond the pain... Their sea disintegrates , though still the feet seethe bursting forth from the vampire of frustration hiding behind the skull... It seethes. Before Man she was vampire-ish... In my childhood you were as unknown as a fool of bitterness! Have those helpless elves exploited those grim worlds? It dies, fitfully. Persecutors exploit my explosion dreaming of a magyckal spasm nevermore... In the end have wolves hated their wolves?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.