Stretching beyond the lush knives ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their razor is yearning after my cold priest... Their wasteland of loneliness menaces , and yet those unknown thoughts run ecstatically. The all-knowing saints howl bursting forth from their mountain. At last they are shattered. In elder times it was all-knowing , though still in this world of ours he is figure-envenomed. A razor destroys me. My explosion seethes , but those sinuous priests twirl. Their unknown thoughts howl coiling within the thunderbolt of frustration behind the sinuous thorn beyond the loneliness. The memory towering above a helpless rose behind the spasm shrieks at me. Their mountain bursting forth from a chaotic figure menaces , my fool of joy rages. You rage clutching at the loneliness. Have my ravings feasted on their children? The waterfall looming above a wise vampire plots , my thunderbolt seethes... The fireflies endure. Did I no longer endure thunderously? For what reason do I plot far beyond the understanding?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.