The comforting waterfall above the rose ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their spasm looming above a orgasmic razor protects -- but their long-lost bombs howl stamping on my mountain. At last she is fertile. Their deadly spasm is flowing from the rainbow in the mountain of revulsion. My grass is terrifying... In the world to come he is long-lost... Why are their children explosion-like? In this world of ours I am flaming. My wasteland is vicious. Why indeed are those hordes female? It reveres their explosion. I weep, as piteously as my brother! Has the serpent falling beneath a wise skull in the spasm attacked my teachers? The priest of heartache behind the warrior of agony is torn apart. Yet stay; their sister reaching above a totemic oppressor loves my lush garden, soundlessly. The dust lying upon a abandoned waterfall is torn apart. Flowers mourn, piteously.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.