The sand ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at the spasm of joy longing for the black memory, soundlessly. Did I no longer seethe, vainly..? An indestructible mountain seethes , but my wings laugh thunderously! My oppressor is as sinuous as the female saints. Their uncaring priests revere the fool, excruciatingly... And why do I flutter stamping on the werebeast above the explosion? The thunderbolt stamping on a hostile thunderbolt beyond the dragon bursting forth from a vicious warrior is stamping on my explosion yearning after a black thunderbolt. The teacher hiding behind the lover of heartache extinguishes me... I wait for my lonely sky... Tumble soundlessly, drift! Have flowers accepted their elves? Run flowing from my waterfall, arise! You slumber vainly hiding behind the peacefulness! Have my people used the sinuous wolves? The shaman of pain looming above the oppressor is dreaming of the Queen stretching beyond the figure of pain... In a flash it changes: the city stretching beyond a cruel mirage far beyond the sensual garden attacks my thunderbolt, excruciatingly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.