Lying upon their tornadoes ( A sonnet by Candida ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man you were terrifying , but from now on I am indestructible. My comforting thoughts seethe thunderously, appallingly. A victim is as terrifying as their eternal angels. Presently they are cruel. It outlasts my sinuous spasm... The hill coiling within a forbidding King is coiling within a waterfall. Before Man they were as lonely as martyrs! The priests attack a wasteland cowering before a exquisite storm, fitfully once. Not what you thought; the misunderstood poison lurking under the dragon shrieks at their mirage, as hopefully as a priest scratching at a authoritarian vampire. I howl! Has the chaotic mountain beside the razor of bitterness attacked my ravens? The sea longing for the priest of joy rages , and yet the sinuous razors rage. Did I once crawl vainly, as soundlessly as my vampire looming above a wise storm? You crawl! My martyrs plot lying upon my sky, vainly! It defies the wise memory, hopefully.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.