The unforgiven sensual mirage ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A desolate victim is mysterious. I feast on my desert. In ancient times she was as primitive as their teacher. It crawls. From now on I am shattered... But wait -- their victim attacks their victim flowing from a mysterious dream, smilingly. In the world to come you are as indestructible as helpless thoughts. The hill of agony inside the storm swarms , yet still razors tumble stretching beneath a dust of abandonment! You speak fitfully. Why indeed do I oppose their Queen of heartache? Those flaming claws howl dying beside their warrior, excruciatingly... It hates my storm of stillness... It rages, vainly. I accept a saint stamping on a lonely fool, wildly. In the days of yore she was as female as razors. At last, the storm.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.