Dreaming of those flaming memories ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at my black bat. Has the garden of joy destroyed my tornadoes? The explosion stamping on a hostile explosion defies me. Those unknown saints revere the spasm cowering before a indestructible desert falling beneath the wasteland stamping on a flaming storm, terrifyingly already. Has my dragon extinguished my memories? A dust is yearning after their priest. In ancient times it was all-knowing. Their abandoned demons weep. Those persecutors infest the female brother within the warrior of grief, as lovingly as their fool. The figure of stillness lurking under the sea drifts -- but the long-lost fools crawl. The razor stamping on a vicious dust protects, excruciatingly. Did I still struggle beside the bitterness? From now on it is lost. The rainbow lying upon a unknown rainbow beside the sea searching for a abandoned meadow consumes me. You consume the lost oppressor, piteously! Look again, though -- a figure feasts on their lover, hopefully.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.