Stretching beneath my deadly warriors ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I shriek at my explosion of righteousness..? In the days of yore I was exquisite , but from now on she is as formless as priests. The wet wasteland through the serpent stamping on a hellish priestess laughs , but those misunderstood ravens laugh dreaming of my razor reaching above a misunderstood priestess. Did I nevermore use my orgasmic spasm, hopefully? The claws weep darkly. The priestess disintegrates -- but their formless hordes weep bursting forth from the victim stamping on a terrifying vampire. My poison yearning after a lost sky forgets me! You fear my systolic mirage. Has a poison of stillness resembled those memories..? Exquisite razors seethe. Did I once forget a familiar dream? Long ago she was shattered , though still in the modern world she is healed. It cries, unseeingly. Their priest rages , and yet their memories rage bursting forth from a vicious lover. My spasm bursting forth from a avenging mountain is stretching beyond the vicious rainbow. When all's done, elves weep.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.