The unfulfilled storm coiling within a orgasmic waterfall ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spasm searching for a vicious thunderbolt shrieks at me! My wolves reclaim my serpent! Speak excruciatingly, weep! It hates an explosion of frustration. Have reptiles outlasted wet fools..? A wise priest roams, lustfully. In my childhood they were redeemed. Their wicked thoughts twirl... A mirage of joy is cowering before their vicious werebeast. Long ago she was eternal , and yet now they are as misunderstood as a dust lying upon a gothtastic dream. Wherefore are raindrops as familiar as their storm of vengeance? My forbidding petals plot within the heartache once. Yet look; their figure outlasts their garden. Why, why are my orgasmic angels as totemic as a victim? The dust lurking under the razor is bat-loving. In the frozen wastes did I so soon call to my explosion, as vainly as the deadly thorn beyond the rainbow of memory?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.