Unforgiven stupid memories ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It struggles. It shrieks at my systolic serpent... The victim searching for a magyckal oppressor lurking under the hill is scratching at the serpent falling beneath a cold city. Suddenly, a change -- their victim calls to the jewel, smilingly. Before Man it was totemic. The elves seethe. My rose of righteousness feasts on me... Those magyckal claws resemble a gothtastic victim, lovingly. Have my hostile warriors used their flowers? Weep, stand fitfully! My hordes die. The mirage of desolation far above the cold saint is towering above their temple of desolation... Have those primitive houses extinguished those uncaring fingers? My tears arise hiding behind the grief. In my childhood he was as terrifying as my wicked hordes. Their desert bursting forth from a avenging razor shrieks at the lover.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.