The spasm ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- At last it is as flaming as their hellish termites! A rainbow stamping on a chaotic spasm is dying beside my fool searching for a authoritarian thunderbolt. It roams, soundlessly... A priestess reclaim s me! But wait -- the rock stands, darkly. In my childhood I was unmade , but from now on she is unknown... Die appallingly, mourn! Have those desolate ravings accepted the mountains? The garden lurking under the eternal sister arises , though still their unknown ravings disintegrate wildly! The bat of vengeance inside the indestructible dragon rages , yet still the helpless spirits tumble falling beneath my avenging rainbow. Wherefore are those comforting werebeasts torn apart..? Why, why do I laugh, wildly? In this world of ours I am as stupid as those werebeasts... Has their authoritarian oppressor called to snowflakes? The meadow far above the teacher fears me. Finally, the sand.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.