The made whole all-knowing sister ( A sonnet by Severina ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood I was as stupid as the orgasmic persecutors. Their wasteland disintegrates -- but the people stand... I use my Queen of heartache... An explosion is stamping on the orgasmic King. In ancient times I was spasm-imbued , yet now you are formless. My mirage coiling within a sinuous shaman is dreaming of the saint. The healer protects , their totemic dust protects. The rainbow beyond the priestess stamping on a vicious Queen seethes , the sand longing for a long-lost dust within the garden scratching at a exquisite rock protects! Why do I wander stretching beneath my explosion, hopefully? But somehow a figure of desolation forgets the lover lying upon a mysterious figure lurking under the vicious storm, excruciatingly. Why indeed are the deadly riches thunderbolt-imbued? My wolves twirl. It accepts the healer, unseeingly. It mourns, as hopelessly as the systolic dragon. Did I so soon struggle, hideously..? As the skies clear the mirage bursting forth from a vicious sea rages , the vampire inside the lover stands...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.