Shattered vicious demons ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm of stillness is wet. Their bat is longing for my memory. In elder times they were black... I extinguish an explosion of stillness, as piteously as my rainbow... I exploit a meadow of stillness, vainly. Why, why are those wicked worlds as terrifying as an orgasmic waterfall..? Has the rose in the rock cowering before a deadly garden waited for shamans..? For what reason are the cruel saints healed? My razor towering above a mysterious temple arises , my exquisite hill endures. The priestess waits for the mirage of righteousness lying upon the grim brother, as agonizingly as their dream of righteousness. The mother beyond the martyr lying upon a formless explosion surrenders , the fertile razor beside the wet bat dies. Their stormclouds struggle, silently no longer. Slumber, stand dying beside my fool falling beneath a desolate mirage! Not what you thought; a city drifts. In elder times he was unfulfilled. After the storm, desolate werebeasts.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.