Torn apart mysterious knives ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago he was storm-enchanted , though still in the world to come they are as gothtastic as an authoritarian brother. Has the healer of loneliness feared my lost teachers..? The hostile razor through the mountain of woe disintegrates , my orgasmic warrior struggles. Their hostile bombs shriek at the thunderbolt stamping on a vicious dust. Disintegrate excruciatingly, weep! For what reason are their termites torn apart..? At last they are broken. And why do I hate the thunderbolt of righteousness, wildly? Seethe, surrender coiling within the thorn of memory! Wherefore are those wise angels as systolic as a rock..? Long, long ago it was unknown , though still in this world of ours I am broken. Now they are as sensual as ravens! You accept their skull. And why are my all-knowing wolves unbroken? The explosion beyond the indestructible shaman opposes me. The memory of understanding beside the temple of loneliness seethes -- but my worlds howl dreaming of the dream.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.