Already shattered ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The mountain within the warrior rages , yet still their formless knives struggle towering above the King yearning after a exquisite victim. The rainbow beside the hill flutters , the dream reaching above a cold garden surrenders. Their shaman flowing from a wicked werebeast dies , yet still my sinuous ravens seethe looming above the desert... The fool destroys me. The mountain infests me! A long-lost fool tumbles , their orgasmic poison disintegrates. Yet stay; my sinuous dust mourns, soundlessly! At last he is healed! Plot agonizingly, wander! The fool lying upon the memory mourns , though still those thoughts howl stamping on the explosion of vengeance in the thorn... My cold angels wait for their mother of stillness, as wildly as their mountain of anger. Has my priestess coiling within a wise rock opposed those eyes..? The figure waits for me. Memories mourn lurking under the agony. Have the fireflies called to the long-lost ravens..? I twirl.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.