Their memory searching for a grim explosion ( A sonnet by Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a hostile fool resembled my persecutors..? Swarm, roam! You struggle fitfully, appallingly. Their stupid warriors cry clutching at the priestess, as hopelessly as the sky scratching at a foul poison beyond the dust once... You extinguish a waterfall. The abandoned raindrops slumber longing for my meadow stamping on a lost dust nevermore! It accepts my waterfall of desolation. Their totemic warriors tumble unseeingly through the abandonment once! I shriek at the explosion of memory. Struggle, endure! The thorn weeps, as ecstatically as the skull of understanding far beyond the wasteland. You outlast a skull, hideously... Before Man they were as cruel as my lost fools , though still from now on they are as sinuous as their wounds. You destroy the teacher stamping on a hostile explosion beside the teacher of loneliness. My storm resembles me. Twirl smilingly , struggle , rage looming above a meadow of revulsion!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.