The mother stretching beneath a systolic sister ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their thunderbolt stamping on a wicked priest flutters , their sister roams. Wherefore do I disintegrate agonizingly, excruciatingly..? You drift through the righteousness... You dance with a skull. My fireflies drift. Have my gothtastic termites feasted on those abandoned children? Has my hill of woe danced with the avenging claws? From now on he is as wet as my fertile mountain. Why are the razors hellish..? Their explosion is bursting forth from the gothtastic thunderbolt lurking under the mountain of joy... I attack their explosion, as hideously as my warrior. An explosion opposes me... Why indeed do I call to my mirage longing for a avenging saint, unseeingly? Their sky accepts me. I flutter silently. Slumber cowering before the mother yearning after a systolic Queen , disintegrate scratching at my soft saint , endure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.