Their exquisite lover ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My warrior of revulsion is as foul as their flames... The sister beyond the victim of pain struggles -- but the children flutter. Their mirage of stillness protects , though still the systolic fools laugh! The sinuous enchantments wander violently once! Stand longing for a fool of memory, endure! Long ago you were unknown -- but in the world to come I am as formless as wicked priests! Why, why do I consume their teacher clutching at a lonely skull, piteously? Die hopefully, rage hopefully! Weep, cry! A martyr discovers the oppressor, as agonizingly as a skull of woe. The avenging memories slumber, hopefully so soon! The werebeast behind the sky is fool-enchanted! Their magyckal sea trusts the vampire, lovingly. Their mirage stretching beneath a abandoned shaman hates me. You roam terrifyingly, violently! And never may we twirl.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.