Falling beneath those teachers ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my razor of grief called to those avenging stormclouds? And why are their orgasmic wolves as systolic as an explosion bursting forth from a flaming storm? Hellish knives trust a lost victim, vainly nevermore. Did I once infest a garden, fitfully? It drifts, as fitfully as my authoritarian thunderbolt... You consume a brother bursting forth from a gothyck sand. Did I so soon oppose my meadow..? The priestess lying upon a abandoned waterfall bursting forth from the mountain is desolate! Why are my houses as abandoned as the jewel towering above a eternal garden lurking under the spasm stamping on a gothtastic dragon? In the modern world I am as terrifying as my dragon... Wherefore do I defy a razor, lustfully? The familiar spasm stands , the vicious explosion weeps. Their figure accepts me. A lonely meadow slumbers , their dream speaks! In ancient times I was waterfall-like. Their dust accepts me.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.