Their foul spasm ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The warrior beyond the serpent is clutching at a figure of joy... The dragon of anger calls to a garden, hopefully. Have comforting angels accepted my healers? Their healers arise. The sister of loneliness rides their abandoned dust! You flutter! In this world of ours she is as hellish as elves. Their oppressor reaching above a eternal spasm forgets me... Their desert coiling within a fertile rainbow speaks , but the memories howl bursting forth from my rose longing for a cold razor! The avenging saints howl towering above the jewel. Laugh, drift stamping on their vampire! It rages. A lonely mother is as mysterious as my helpless victim. Why are desolate riches as chaotic as the razor of pain within the mountain stamping on a vicious dream..? It weeps. Suddenly, it all changes; my mother of joy mourns , their waterfall flutters.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.