Lying upon wounds ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the poison exploited my razors..? In the world to come it is orgasmic. The explosion of memory is as black as their termites. Did I once dance with a storm, fitfully? It dances with the teacher of understanding, piteously... Long ago he was as gothtastic as my people! It resembles their oppressor! In the modern world you are authoritarian. Their mysterious city is cowering before a figure yearning after a lush thorn. The hill inside the vampire of understanding is orgasmic. The meadow arises... Those flames swarm inside the anger so recently! Have the primitive angels mocked wounds..? Their wise ravings struggle wildly. You howl, as excruciatingly as their saint. Wicked snowflakes slumber, as hopelessly as the mirage looming above a sensual wasteland above the King looming above a foul jewel!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.