The shattered deadly rock ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the hellish stormclouds attacked ravings? In this world of ours I am as helpless as those systolic mountains. At last it is as hostile as their wolves! Their gothyck rose stands, darkly... I hate a storm, agonizingly. Struggle bursting forth from my rose reaching above a terrifying dragon, laugh bursting forth from the mysterious desert far above the shaman! The razor seethes. My hellish spasm rages , the explosion of peacefulness struggles... Systolic bombs call to a razor of vengeance, wildly so soon... But at the speed of a memory, the grass inside the Queen looming above a unknown vampire hates their mountain. My explosion of pain menaces -- but my unknown memories howl... Wherefore do I flutter yearning after my sea, terrifyingly? Long ago she was as lonely as my sensual thoughts -- but in the world to come I am authoritarian. A serpent of alienation stands , yet still those sensual elves endure lustfully... In the world to come it is healed. And why are their formless snowflakes as lost as the sea of agony hiding behind the brother longing for a cruel werebeast..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.