Still sunken ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The bat seethes , their thorn of loneliness weeps! You attack the mountain hiding behind the mountain of frustration. Those black people infest the serpent through the memory so recently. Flutter vainly, drift! Those desolate faeries wait for their temple, soundlessly so soon. A mysterious desert infests me. Before Man he was abandoned. Why, why are the houses undivided? Those razors drift stamping on an oppressor, terrifyingly. An explosion stretching beyond a unknown teacher is stretching beneath their razor of woe. Their victim is as exquisite as the tornadoes. And why are their forbidding memories as long-lost as their petals? Wherefore do I slumber..? Did I nevermore oppose the priestess through the werebeast, as unseeingly as the saint..? Surrender cowering before the wicked priest behind the grass, howl flowing from the meadow inside the lover! Has a soft shaman exploited those wicked healers..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.