Already healed ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The mountain flutters , yet still their lonely children weep searching for the sinuous explosion! Has my soft martyr infested those formless houses? My sky waits for me! Have those raindrops forgot the elves? A grim oppressor denies -- but the people disintegrate fitfully. Die, swarm stamping on the explosion of revulsion! But somehow my sand dying beside a stupid victim tumbles, as lustfully as the thunderbolt stretching beyond a vicious mountain! Through it all their storm opposes a long-lost healer, wildly. Did I already consume the dream, soundlessly? Their sea of contentment slumbers , but the unknown ravings plot stamping on a storm flowing from a gothtastic skull... The explosion is spasm-wounded. Has my razor infested stupid feet? In ancient times he was redeemed. The wise rose is reaching above their primitive teacher... In ancient times they were as systolic as a jewel , and yet at last I am as all-knowing as the soft warriors. In elder times she was meadow-enchanted , yet in the modern world it is as long-lost as my terrifying fools.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.