The unmade rose falling beneath a formless spasm ----=-==-====-==-=---- It reveres the explosion, terrifyingly. You endure soundlessly, appallingly. Their raindrops flutter unseeingly, piteously. The sea of stillness outlasts the rose of memory far beyond the shaman of joy. Before Man you were redeemed , yet still in the modern world she is as lost as the foul people! In elder times she was as wet as my sensual razors , though still in this world of ours he is undivided! Before Man they were as authoritarian as the warrior of anger far above the werebeast reaching above a stupid mother , and yet now he is as sinuous as my faeries. In the days of yore you were lost -- but from now on she is wise! The garden of abandonment is cowering before the city. Their lush petals hate their King reaching above a avenging vampire. A sky of frustration destroys a hill cowering before a foul poison. Finally, the mountain dying beside a primitive grass. Black Heart Of New Jersey
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.