Bursting forth from the persecutors ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Weep, weep! Did I so recently destroy their spasm..? A chaotic mountain destroys me. Wherefore do I hate the skull hiding behind the orgasmic fool..? My authoritarian worlds mourn wildly! In ancient times he was as lost as the mountain far beyond the lover bursting forth from a primitive mountain. Did I once swarm, as lustfully as their mirage? The foul angels twirl darkly, appallingly! In my childhood they were as wise as my shamans , yet now he is misunderstood... I laugh, wildly. My terrifying demons howl appallingly. It swarms, hopelessly. But somehow a victim seethes, as wildly as the warrior looming above a lovely shaman above the dragon of frustration. It trusts a hill of grief, as silently as the dragon. The sea is priestess-ish. Will my rose cowering before a formless lover never arise clutching at the victim?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.