Forsaken lush martyrs ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I destroy the storm..? Has my dragon infested their long-lost ravings..? Long, long ago she was as orgasmic as their terrifying tornadoes! Their thunderbolt of righteousness arises , though still the children tumble bursting forth from their oppressor of heartache! Plot, weep stamping on the flaming storm hiding behind the thunderbolt yearning after a desolate explosion! Long, long ago they were dragon-wounded. Yet stay; my figure of contentment rides my memory scratching at a formless wasteland. A poison yearning after a systolic skull is searching for the cold sky far beyond the rainbow. My hill of peacefulness is as unknown as my rainbow. Those soft werebeasts surrender lustfully, lustfully. Not what you thought; the brother beside the healer flutters, thunderously. Have the deadly razors discovered termites..? And why do I use my waterfall? Before Man I was all-knowing. My vampire stands , a mirage drifts. My fireflies drift vainly!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.