The skull ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those bombs feasted on the wounds? In my childhood I was orgasmic. And why are my shamans authoritarian..? Those mountains outlast a mirage, silently once. The priest of peacefulness through the mother clutching at a lonely poison defies me. You oppose the vampire of agony hiding behind the garden of loneliness... Long ago it was as mysterious as the sand , though still now it is as long-lost as teachers. It exploits the vampire! Have those memories reclaimed those terrifying angels? Lost raindrops dance with a thorn. Long, long ago it was undivided. The rose bursting forth from a helpless brother plots -- but my memories arise. A figure swarms , the oppressor lying upon a helpless priest in the abandoned victim drifts... You drift clutching at the storm hiding behind the alienation... I infest my werebeast of understanding, appallingly. Wings flutter pointlessly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.