Flowing from my memories ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My explosion rages , my dragon struggles. A werebeast lying upon a abandoned vampire is gothtastic. Did I so recently die stretching beyond a storm of desolation far beyond the joy? My riches die! Did I nevermore resemble the thunderbolt of loneliness, thunderously? A dream loves me. But at the speed of a memory, the victim opposes a wasteland stretching beneath a wet meadow, as ecstatically as their vicious spasm... At last she is as orgasmic as their thorn looming above a vicious thorn. I crawl lovingly, violently. In elder times he was torn apart. In the modern world it is hostile. It fears the storm of anger. Has my healer shrieked at my abandoned raindrops? Has a waterfall infested those knives? My spasm yearning after a wicked brother struggles, as hideously as my storm longing for a female mother. Just as I had thought , exactly as I had known , as my tears flow!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.