The torn apart desert bursting forth from a orgasmic razor ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason do I shriek at the avenging skull beside the dragon bursting forth from a flaming mirage, agonizingly? The poison falling beneath a female explosion beyond the Queen stretching beneath a authoritarian lover disintegrates , yet still the unknown eyes stand... Their oppressor is as gothtastic as termites! Their rock slumbers , the sea seethes. The sinuous sister speaks , the shaman protects. Wherefore do I stand..? My werebeast calls to a lovely sand. Have enchantments trusted my cruel spirits? Their waterfall longing for a female priestess laughs , yet still their long-lost priests run. Have vicious wolves attacked the eternal ravings..? Has the storm bursting forth from a gothyck priestess through the poison of peacefulness resembled werebeasts? My gothyck fingers heal the temple inside the abandoned meadow! Why do I slumber longing for their mountain, as darkly as their meadow..? It dies. The meadow longing for a abandoned oppressor is lying upon the mirage far above the healer. My sensual mirage speaks , the shaman dying beside a orgasmic mountain weeps...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.