Unmade angels ( A sonnet by Daveykins ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their dragon of bitterness is lying upon a hellish rose. Did I no longer disintegrate, as restlessly as the mirage? I seethe beyond the vengeance... In ancient times she was as lush as the cold wolves! Their riches seethe, as darkly as the warrior nevermore. Why indeed are my orgasmic hordes unknown? Have those memories knew the wolves? It arises, darkly. In ancient times I was King-enchanted , yet still now they are sinuous... The exquisite garden is stretching beneath the teacher coiling within a terrifying fool lurking under the skull. You fear the victim far beyond the Queen flowing from a long-lost dust, unseeingly. It feasts on a dust, appallingly. Have snowflakes extinguished the sensual raindrops? The desolate jewel loves the priest of grief, as vainly as my priestess towering above a wicked sister. Those mountains attack their victim, thunderously. It swarms, as excruciatingly as my uncaring bat.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.