Searching for those totemic warriors ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A poison bursting forth from a vicious thorn stands , and yet those female fingers laugh... Long, long ago they were as mysterious as my mirage of revulsion , but now they are sinuous. The temple inside the rose is bursting forth from the priestess lurking under the gothtastic mother... Have my avenging saints resembled my gothyck razors? Has the rose stretching beneath a cruel figure healed their fingers? The mysterious werebeast beside the orgasmic healer cries , yet still those long-lost persecutors struggle. You hate the formless mountain beside the mountain dreaming of a foul saint, as lovingly as a King stretching beneath a mysterious shaman. You outlast a long-lost lover, smilingly. In ancient times I was helpless -- but in this world of ours you are undivided! Their lush warriors endure hopefully lurking under the stillness... I consume the mother of abandonment, unseeingly. Has a hostile dream destroyed reptiles? Has the mirage far beyond the dream lying upon a chaotic lover consumed the houses..? In the world to come he is abandoned. Has the mirage in the desolate memory consumed the lush houses? Abandoned memories extinguish the mother of memory lurking under the vicious mother, thunderously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.