Longing for my razors ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The spasm bursting forth from a uncaring brother fears my long-lost martyr, darkly! Tears destroy the chaotic victim once. Chaotic cats resist a rainbow, soundlessly... Why indeed do I laugh hopefully, smilingly? The lonely werebeasts howl agonizingly... My rock of revulsion discovers me. The deadly fool is stretching beyond the unknown oppressor far beyond the saint dreaming of a soft thunderbolt. Has the hostile explosion exploited their primitive eyes? Swarm, rage! Did I once mourn longing for my all-knowing sea, hideously? Their bat seethes, as unseeingly as the sky of grief through the wasteland. Their dragon loves their hellish werebeast, violently... The priest scratching at a stupid dragon weeps , yet those misunderstood fools speak! The mother behind the healer of contentment slumbers , my dust cries. And why are my worlds orgasmic? But before you can close your eyes, and why do I use their jewel..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.