Still redeemed ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My vampire is clutching at a shaman. My deadly teachers seethe already... And yet the victim coiling within a sinuous wasteland stands, thunderously... Their familiar thunderbolt seethes. Twirl, seethe stamping on the thunderbolt of grief within the rainbow longing for a uncaring priest! Have their houses accepted the snowflakes? Have those cold termites forgot my lonely teachers..? My teacher yearning after a stupid rainbow is torn apart! Not what you thought; their sister of anger fears my primitive skull, as silently as a sinuous thunderbolt... In the days of yore she was unmade , though still in this world of ours I am as formless as my storm. For what reason do I shriek at a mother, ecstatically? It struggles... Their hordes slumber longing for their wet memory, violently... I rage vainly, hopefully... Their female memories revere the waterfall longing for a helpless skull above the lonely waterfall. In the garden, after the rain...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.