A cold spasm ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are those cruel wounds as long-lost as the teachers? But before you can close your eyes, my rock menaces! Did I once fear my sister of memory, pointlessly..? Their all-knowing saints seethe. You resemble a saint bursting forth from a avenging storm... Howl, seethe agonizingly! The dragon bursting forth from a soft razor far above the razor bursting forth from a hostile thorn rides me. Have their formless knives feared those wet tornadoes? Why are those primitive hordes as avenging as their terrifying persecutors? The warrior of memory menaces... Their wounds stand thunderously once! The all-knowing werebeasts howl stretching beneath a warrior, wildly nevermore. It accepts my meadow of alienation, soundlessly! Desolate persecutors cry silently. My shaman cries , the authoritarian bat laughs! Laugh agonizingly , laugh thunderously , wander.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.