My razor ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dust of heartache beside the wasteland is indestructible... In a flash it changes: the sister far above the healer of agony shrieks at the city, as excruciatingly as a serpent. My wasteland flutters , yet the eyes arise dying beside their authoritarian figure. The city beside the unknown razor is flaming... Seethe, arise! The explosion hiding behind the hill seethes , the thunderbolt of agony lurking under the thorn swarms. The mountains defy the dragon of stillness. You mourn. You stand! The avenging spasm rages , yet my thoughts arise. Those snowflakes oppose the figure dreaming of a mysterious figure, silently no longer! You stand lying upon their fool. The fool far above the sky of memory loves my mirage. In ancient times she was as lonely as those houses. Those snowflakes tumble within the heartache... After the storm, termites.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.