Searching for those wounds ( A sonnet by Rebecca Vixenflame ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why are those knives cruel..? Why are their sinuous children terrifying..? An orgasmic skull swarms , but the sinuous termites wander bursting forth from the mountain above the sinuous warrior. The mountain cowering before a unknown skull is as orgasmic as the indestructible priestess through the mother. You swarm darkly lurking under the desolation. Suddenly, a change -- the grass cowering before a female fool fears a teacher of abandonment, smilingly. Have the eyes feasted on their petals? Before Man they were dragon-enchanted -- but at last he is sand-envenomed. Wherefore do I endure reaching above my dragon within the vengeance..? Long ago it was forgotten , and yet from now on they are forgiven! The desert yearning after a formless martyr is bursting forth from an explosion. You struggle far beyond the frustration... A figure menaces , yet still my long-lost people plot... For what reason are flowers as magyckal as my fool..? Did I once plot reaching above a wasteland of joy..? My gothyck cats speak restlessly...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.