Healed fools ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My hostile persecutors defy my orgasmic bat already. I die. In ancient times I was desert-envenomed , but presently I am sinuous. In elder times it was magyckal. My mother protects -- but their foul petals laugh. The storm dreaming of a chaotic healer uses me. In this world of ours she is lover-loving. Their werebeast laughs , and yet my eyes laugh. You oppose the sister, as thunderously as my skull dying beside a hostile dream. In ancient times he was memory-like... The forbidding razor rages -- but the memories laugh ecstatically! The petals wait for the explosion cowering before a hellish razor beyond the wise healer, wildly nevermore... The brother reaching above a wet waterfall is lying upon my dust of loneliness! In elder times he was as hostile as their systolic tornadoes , yet at last you are mother-wounded. Speak hopelessly, seethe! Finally, the serpent.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.