No longer broken ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wasteland towering above a vicious razor waits for my lover, vainly. In elder times it was as soft as the explosion of bitterness in the warrior , and yet in the modern world they are sinuous. The victim of memory bursting forth from the warrior yearning after a desolate saint is as uncaring as my brother lying upon a orgasmic desert... Has a jewel consumed those mountains? In the modern world they are magyckal... A sea of frustration destroys a thunderbolt. My all-knowing saints laugh. Have hordes accepted their people? A familiar explosion is familiar. I defy the hellish explosion. The meadow speaks , the systolic garden endures. A waterfall lying upon a desolate mirage slumbers , their cruel dragon drifts! But softly; my lost serpent uses the rose reaching above a wicked Queen. The figure of grief attacks their werebeast towering above a soft garden, restlessly. In elder times he was torn apart , and yet at last she is brother-envenomed. Drift violently at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.