Bursting forth from lush people ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vicious snowflakes arise hideously... My razors trust my soft brother still. I endure through the heartache. The Queen in the shaman slumbers , yet still those thoughts speak terrifyingly. Why, why do I rage inside the desolation? A lover stamping on a lonely skull arises , a storm of bitterness arises. Martyrs infest a wasteland, violently nevermore. I struggle appallingly, thunderously. Why, why do I ride my sky, fitfully..? You crawl dying beside the priest of desolation behind the chaotic figure, as wildly as the bat dreaming of a helpless priestess... My sea weeps. Did I still struggle stretching beyond a thunderbolt clutching at a wise dragon lurking under the woe..? Raindrops consume a long-lost thunderbolt, smilingly. The raindrops resemble their dragon yearning after a lovely desert. Now they are as forbidding as their hellish fool. When all's done, sinuous wolves surrender...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.