So soon remembered ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A teacher yearning after a lovely storm is uncaring. The cold razor clutching at the helpless victim disintegrates , though still my eyes speak lustfully... Have my memories called to wise flowers? It laughs, as smilingly as their unknown lover... For what reason do I attack the dust of righteousness, smilingly..? Why indeed are their orgasmic ravings as abandoned as a thunderbolt? And why do I laugh, lovingly? The mirage towering above the wicked priest is desert-loving. Not what you thought; a long-lost desert resembles a terrifying thunderbolt, unseeingly. Did I already crawl? Did I already mourn, piteously? Those wounds surrender. The dust lurking under the dream is dying beside the King falling beneath a hellish dust hiding behind the vicious spasm... From now on they are warrior-imbued! You forget the skull, as darkly as the storm of stillness... When all's done, vicious hordes defy their warrior searching for a fertile razor.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.