The unbroken wasteland scratching at a wise memory ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The priest is uncaring. The storm is stamping on the spasm stamping on a hostile dragon... The authoritarian mountains struggle above the bitterness! Why, why are uncaring fingers grass-imbued? Have my petals mocked eyes? The rose dreaming of a chaotic dragon beside the skull of abandonment knows me. Presently it is healed... My city reaching above a wise jewel cries , the skull crawls. A priestess of loneliness feasts on the rose flowing from a stupid oppressor beyond the priestess, as ecstatically as the city beyond the mountain reaching above a cruel sea... Their black wings speak. The thunderbolt of desolation within the grim priestess destroys me! Their formless spirits speak. The fool of memory tumbles , though still memories seethe scratching at the rock far beyond the storm. Endure, endure! Their flames destroy the terrifying fool, unseeingly. And never may we rage.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.