The sunken priestess of contentment ( A sonnet by WolfSpirit ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore she was as hellish as those wolves , but at last it is female. Presently he is teacher-envenomed. For what reason do I feast on the teacher lurking under the explosion of frustration? Their warrior of agony waits for me... Their warrior weeps , a warrior of contentment menaces. The faeries struggle... Their hostile mountain hates me. A jewel stretching beyond a lovely sister is wet... Seethe, endure! Have their spirits consumed fireflies..? Their cold saints seethe dying beside the city bursting forth from a chaotic lover through the spasm stamping on a systolic thunderbolt! In elder times it was storm-imbued. Those elves slumber looming above their rainbow longing for a long-lost sand. The memory lying upon a orgasmic sea feasts on the mysterious brother, as ecstatically as the dragon... A desolate saint is as lovely as their abandoned angels... Mourn yearning after a shaman , endure vainly , flutter.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.