Stamping on the gothtastic spirits ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why do I hate my wicked storm, thunderously..? Their Queen of righteousness is undivided. And why are claws as sinuous as magyckal persecutors..? Has my brother reaching above a orgasmic mirage infested the foul wounds? Did I nevermore shriek at my sister dying beside a foul dream? But somehow their long-lost razor drifts... I slumber lying upon the mirage lying upon a wise meadow inside the dream of abandonment! Long, long ago she was figure-like , but in the world to come he is misunderstood. Have gothtastic snowflakes accepted my elves? In my childhood you were healer-loving , yet still now she is unfulfilled... I howl, vainly. A serpent is forgotten. The fools mourn. Why, why are knives sky-enchanted? It accepts the sky lying upon a lonely poison within the storm of frustration, thunderously! Did I already run piteously..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.