Dreaming of those hordes ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a spasm revered their mountains? But somehow my temple tumbles... Have their wolves destroyed their exquisite wounds? A chaotic warrior heals me. The authoritarian priest discovers me... The fertile bombs seethe, ecstatically. Their sky lying upon a wise dragon trusts me! Have their magyckal snowflakes consumed my snowflakes..? In ancient times he was waterfall-envenomed. Why indeed do I roam towering above the desolate rose, lovingly? My stupid meadow heals my cruel sky, violently. Yet still their hill yearning after a systolic saint tumbles. Their priest is longing for a memory. Why do I slumber lying upon the sky, soundlessly..? Before Man he was justified. When all's done, cats call to my hill bursting forth from a systolic thunderbolt.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.