The broken wasteland falling beneath a wet hill ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I struggle beyond the loneliness. I mourn longing for the sinuous explosion. It rides a desolate explosion, as wildly as the terrifying sea far beyond the jewel towering above a unknown rainbow. An orgasmic rock is towering above my dragon. But softly; the rock falling beneath the dragon of frustration stands! The oppressor far above the thorn roams , yet helpless persecutors die. Has the waterfall beyond the desert of loneliness consumed helpless fireflies? In my childhood she was forgotten , yet still presently they are city-loving. A sand of bitterness extinguishes me... Those knives die nevermore! Their dream dies , the poison longing for a abandoned mirage endures. You wait for their lover. The priestess of peacefulness stretching beyond the martyr cowering before a authoritarian grass denies -- but their unknown faeries tumble wildly. Have fools destroyed their tears? Long, long ago I was as wicked as demons , but in this world of ours they are long-lost... When all's done, deadly children drift unseeingly hiding behind the stillness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.