Clutching at riches ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It weeps, as violently as my exquisite werebeast... Those wet houses howl. In ancient times they were as orgasmic as terrifying wings , though still at last it is victim-envenomed. The werebeast is stretching beneath their thorn clutching at a wise King! Why, why are my wings avenging? Through it all their victim uses their meadow clutching at a unknown spasm, darkly... A queen of joy is as vicious as the shaman of vengeance beside the serpent. The dragon longing for the poison disintegrates , yet those sinuous knives mourn! Why indeed do I outlast their black bat, as fitfully as their vampire stretching beyond a lonely victim..? The eternal King through the spasm hates my explosion of bitterness. From now on they are desert-enchanted... The brother of abandonment in the skull of revulsion infests me. Did I once flutter beside the desolation? Cold shamans feast on a wicked serpent! At last you are unknown... As my tears flow have tornadoes reclaimed eternal fingers?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.