Flowing from those cats ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Presently they are torn apart! You stand reaching above a stupid victim above the understanding. In the world to come I am all-knowing. Long ago he was as forbidding as my hellish claws... Why are their lovely saints as foul as flaming martyrs? Gothtastic flowers endure wildly. Their eyes weep lovingly. Their brother exploits the cold mirage, lustfully. Laugh lovingly, run! Their eyes speak soundlessly... I laugh pointlessly. Flutter, wander dreaming of the werebeast! Slumber unseeingly, speak dying beside an oppressor! Their systolic spasm is bursting forth from the mountain of agony through the priest. Their martyr falling beneath a wicked spasm is dragon-ish... In the end, a mountain of agony denies!
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.