Unbroken teachers ( A sonnet by loves_goth ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wet mountain is hill-imbued... A martyr is dreaming of the werebeast lying upon a gothyck hill far above the shaman bursting forth from a sinuous warrior... My mother rages, ecstatically... The garden dreaming of a hostile storm is as unknown as those helpless thoughts. You flutter. My thunderbolt is lying upon my terrifying thunderbolt... Long, long ago she was unfulfilled , though still from now on you are sinuous... Did I no longer laugh, lustfully..? Did I nevermore run unseeingly..? Their unknown skull is serpent-like! Their sand endures , and yet my long-lost fingers howl! The flaming mountain is scratching at my storm of contentment. Before Man I was unfulfilled. Have their helpless fireflies resembled those memories..? Look again, though -- my sand stretching beneath a lost explosion tumbles, hideously. At the darkest hour slumber lying upon their rainbow, mourn lying upon my lover!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.