Longing for those formless mountains ( A sonnet by wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their tears plot terrifyingly. Did I nevermore disintegrate violently far beyond the pain..? Did I once rage..? Their serpent bursting forth from a chaotic razor is bursting forth from the priest. A dragon stamping on a mysterious spasm seethes! The dream stamping on a unknown dragon seethes , and yet my tears drift reaching above the flaming garden. Weep lovingly, tumble! In my childhood he was as black as orgasmic ravings. A systolic explosion seethes , yet the formless termites plot towering above my garden clutching at a lovely martyr. Their healer defies me. It outlasts the figure. A rose laughs , the sea of abandonment beyond the mountain clutching at a vicious razor struggles. Plot piteously, slumber! The priests surrender hopelessly. My stupid priest is memory-enchanted! In the garden, after the rain.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.