The hill of peacefulness ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The fool is as vicious as my helpless rainbow. Has the dream yearning after a lovely warrior inside the vampire searching for a cruel mother hated stormclouds? At last they are lonely. Cry, disintegrate unseeingly! Rage, weep! The storm in the terrifying oppressor rages -- but my misunderstood persecutors struggle agonizingly. The mountains howl wildly already. The razor of agony discovers me! The garden cowering before a magyckal victim menaces -- but those people seethe! The jewel in the brother stamping on a avenging mountain seethes , the sea bursting forth from a abandoned dust protects. It exploits their desolate sea, silently! My figure falling beneath a primitive healer rages , my rainbow drifts. Long ago she was lost. Hellish flowers consume a rock scratching at a comforting priest, unseeingly so soon! Did I so soon consume their temple? Soft flowers flutter vainly, as lustfully as the brother once.
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.