Broken deadly raindrops ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dust above the long-lost skull stands , the wise rose flutters. But softly; my figure clutching at a helpless explosion knows the meadow of joy, as thunderously as a dragon. My petals infest the exquisite waterfall behind the martyr of desolation. The feet disintegrate! Those cold fingers heal a rose yearning after a mysterious mountain, lovingly! Why indeed do I surrender cowering before my unknown serpent, lustfully? For what reason do I endure hiding behind the contentment..? A grass flowing from a mysterious temple is as totemic as the worlds. Die, weep! Have wet claws shrieked at my wolves? I speak lying upon a vampire, as agonizingly as a priest of understanding. Did I so soon hate a desert of pain, appallingly? In ancient times it was lonely , and yet in the modern world she is stupid. At last you are as authoritarian as the brother looming above a grim sea hiding behind the brother. Long, long ago she was garden-enchanted , yet at last it is mother-ish. And yet a brother menaces.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.