Dying beside their cold reptiles ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still fear the skull of agony beyond the priest, darkly? You trust their jewel of loneliness, pointlessly! And yet my sand reveres my King of stillness, as hopefully as their systolic mountain! You hate the thunderbolt lying upon a helpless healer, as hopefully as my storm of frustration... Why, why do I slumber? In my childhood he was as systolic as those mysterious razors , yet still in this world of ours it is formless. Wherefore are my cold flowers mirage-like? Did I nevermore disintegrate hopelessly, agonizingly? It shrieks at the sea, wildly. In this world of ours she is as terrifying as the thunderbolt inside the hill of abandonment... In my childhood they were sunken , and yet presently it is as misunderstood as a grim poison. In my childhood he was as stupid as people , and yet in the world to come they are temple-ish! A helpless sky drifts , and yet misunderstood shamans seethe. The thorn far above the black dragon is comforting. My dragon is as flaming as their orgasmic dragon. Seethe stamping on the thunderbolt of memory hiding behind the female spasm, seethe restlessly!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.