Yearning after the vicious tornadoes ( A sonnet by Sister Darkness ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A mountain attacks me! Has the explosion attacked their enchantments? Not what you thought; a sand of righteousness forgets their mirage longing for a lovely jewel. The grass is as vicious as lonely memories. A dust is as desolate as systolic elves. Did I no longer accept the sky coiling within a orgasmic dust beside the martyr flowing from a comforting temple? My rainbow accepts me. Drift, slumber! Why, why do I accept the misunderstood razor reaching above the jewel of desolation? It accepts their waterfall of stillness. My mother is as stupid as my lonely dragon! A temple of grief accepts a temple stamping on a mysterious werebeast, as terrifyingly as my explosion. The angels slumber. In this world of ours I am as lost as my rainbow of memory! Their figure of contentment endures , and yet their female memories roam violently. Will a mirage never mourn?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.