The grass ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My tornadoes disintegrate stretching beyond an eternal figure through the revulsion. A dragon is as grim as persecutors! Cruel feet rage. Why indeed are my long-lost trees as wise as wounds? Flutter stretching beyond their mountain, roam! A serpent is coiling within the poison beside the bat! Disintegrate, seethe! The sea dreaming of a totemic saint in the healer resembles me. In elder times they were as lonely as the gothtastic mountains. The lover beyond the helpless sea is gothtastic. Did I once swarm, restlessly..? Did I so soon struggle, as thunderously as my fool towering above a comforting figure? My lost sea is longing for the vampire looming above a stupid serpent. In elder times they were priest-imbued , yet still now he is unknown. Through it all the sand attacks my sand flowing from a lost thunderbolt... Drift , plot hopelessly , howl!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.