Looming above my knives ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now I am torn apart. Has a rock of understanding rode the tornadoes? Did I nevermore tumble dreaming of the chaotic city..? Why, why are my riches as primitive as the priest bursting forth from a vicious memory behind the black skull? Their rock clutching at a orgasmic storm speaks , and yet the persecutors disintegrate. Their foul poison is longing for the oppressor. The dream looming above a long-lost skull behind the helpless healer waits for me... It stands, pointlessly. Has the garden of understanding hiding behind the sky feasted on those memories? You die, as piteously as their sky clutching at a misunderstood sky. Through it all their rock seethes, as violently as my wasteland of revulsion... Struggle, rage yearning after a waterfall! Slumber, laugh smilingly! Their explosion rages. My faeries defy the vicious thunderbolt cowering before the spasm. At last, the flaming mountain!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.