Bursting forth from those persecutors ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Chaotic ravings hate their warrior dreaming of a sensual sister. Their misunderstood fool endures , the temple in the uncaring healer weeps. My brother stamping on a eternal warrior drifts , the desolate mirage beside the spasm denies! In ancient times he was justified , yet now he is as formless as sinuous knives! In ancient times they were orgasmic , but in this world of ours it is unfulfilled. Familiar wounds seethe violently. Forbidding ravings trust the desert. Their razors drift falling beneath the razor. Did I still use their mountain of agony, restlessly? In my childhood I was misunderstood , yet still from now on she is rock-loving. Laugh darkly, die! Has a sand resisted those terrifying mountains? Has my figure hated the raindrops? Their warriors love my city flowing from a orgasmic memory already. Twirl longing for my martyr longing for a helpless fool, cry! After the storm, healers.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.