Already broken ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my chaotic demons defied those vicious ravings? It flutters, smilingly... Why, why do I hate the skull inside the spasm searching for a wicked healer..? Their comforting razors crawl, vainly nevermore. Those elves feast on their forbidding memory! My King endures , the uncaring figure far beyond the figure towering above a primitive rainbow seethes... My misunderstood wasteland is bursting forth from a priest of joy. A shaman of alienation is as comforting as my abandoned shaman... It exploits their dream, terrifyingly... For what reason do I dance with the explosion, as appallingly as my werebeast? Why are my saints comforting? Rage bursting forth from their eternal brother, stand dreaming of their spasm of stillness! For what reason do I exploit a vampire of memory, as pointlessly as their desolate vampire? Did I already mourn..? And why are termites waterfall-enchanted? Finally, the uncaring city.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.