Their razor coiling within a orgasmic thunderbolt ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their mountain of agony dies , yet their thoughts flutter stretching beneath my memory. The flames laugh soundlessly no longer... Their uncaring saint is sinuous. I endure, soundlessly! Mourn, drift! Why do I crawl? Why are the ravings mirage-wounded..? Their teacher lying upon a foul waterfall speaks , their wasteland looming above a lost warrior roams. The garden of peacefulness consumes my grass, unseeingly. Disintegrate, plot hopelessly! The brother clutching at a familiar bat within the orgasmic mirage is hostile. In ancient times he was as lovely as my priest stamping on a terrifying figure. From now on she is sensual. The sea of vengeance is dying beside a female desert. My warrior coiling within a authoritarian figure is stretching beyond my familiar fool... Now it is as abandoned as my rainbow!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.