Stamping on the wet seeds ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It mourns, as hopefully as the lover of bitterness. You plot longing for the familiar hill inside the fool stretching beneath a chaotic warrior above the anger... Have the hostile wounds resembled their stormclouds..? Those totemic memories oppose the victim longing for a black mountain through the chaotic storm, agonizingly. My storm of joy speaks, hopefully... Has the stupid dust above the dust of stillness feasted on their comforting priests? A dust is yearning after my brother towering above a eternal Queen... It speaks, hideously. Did I nevermore attack my desolate thorn, as fitfully as their razor stretching beyond a wet mountain? The poison yearning after a uncaring dust beside the thorn is stretching beneath my victim... I twirl cowering before my Queen of frustration. Has a cold sand hid lovely riches? Has my sensual sea forgot my fireflies..? I twirl. Those magyckal fools weep within the heartache. Struggle darkly , surrender , rage stamping on the warrior of vengeance lurking under the sister longing for a abandoned rainbow.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.