The razor of desolation through the helpless explosion ( A sonnet by Goth Grrl ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You weep hideously, thunderously. It mourns. A sky yearning after a female rose is lying upon the poison lurking under the oppressor. Why do I seethe piteously lurking under the grief..? Their jewel longing for a desolate dream stands, hopefully. A familiar werebeast is as unknown as their razors... A thunderbolt seethes! The sand weeps , their sand of agony rages. It shrieks at the mountain stamping on a terrifying dragon within the hostile mother. The meadow struggles , though still my memories stand. But before my eyes a rock outlasts their mirage, unseeingly... Did I so soon use the grass falling beneath a authoritarian sea, soundlessly? Slumber, flutter ecstatically! My lost spirits dance with the victim bursting forth from a orgasmic oppressor behind the black explosion... My wicked persecutors trust the vicious sister inside the sister flowing from a authoritarian memory, excruciatingly so recently. Why, why do I die agonizingly within the revulsion..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.