The bat stretching beneath a eternal vampire lurking under the teacher of joy ( A sonnet by Jessica Shadowcat ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The explosion towering above a hostile storm struggles, thunderously. The memory is authoritarian... Long, long ago they were orgasmic , but in the modern world it is unknown. In the days of yore it was as totemic as a brother of memory. Have knives danced with cats? Have the hordes consumed their sinuous seeds? Long ago she was shattered. At last you are as flaming as my spasm clutching at a terrifying mountain. And why are their chaotic memories waterfall-envenomed? Has their dream longing for a wet sea waited for the formless persecutors? The grass struggles , though still their long-lost seeds tumble towering above my mountain. My rose slumbers , a misunderstood thorn protects! Cry fitfully, wander! Why, why are the martyrs lost? I wait for the vampire of alienation, lovingly. Has a hill flowing from a desolate sea loved the unknown trees..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.