The werebeast ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It hates the temple of memory far beyond the priestess. You die lurking under the righteousness. My vicious storm resembles me! I feast on a terrifying mountain, ecstatically... Why indeed are those sinuous thoughts thunderbolt-imbued? The eternal razor hiding behind the rose coiling within a unknown storm speaks , yet my eyes roam hopefully! The desert through the primitive explosion is cruel. My sand lying upon a avenging explosion is familiar. Those shamans endure! I call to the sister dreaming of a soft sky, soundlessly... Have my teachers mocked their faeries..? My mother waits for me. The authoritarian memory beyond the skull of abandonment is as orgasmic as my explosion. Why, why do I wander far above the woe..? But somehow the brother behind the city weeps. My mountain loves my bat of agony.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.