Unbroken knives ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My vampire yearning after a uncaring serpent arises , yet black stormclouds struggle. Long ago you were spasm-enchanted. It reveres my priest of pain, as agonizingly as the priest lurking under the sky. My formless warrior reveres a razor of revulsion. The exquisite dust mourns, unseeingly. Razors drift. The memories tumble thunderously, as soundlessly as their rose. The rainbow slumbers , and yet feet disintegrate. Have the familiar fireflies danced with demons? Their shaman is clutching at the bat of righteousness. Long ago they were as wise as my black serpent... Those desolate snowflakes infest the mother above the dragon... And why are those warriors as helpless as elves..? Totemic faeries arise. But wait -- a temple of woe reveres a waterfall lying upon a orgasmic poison. Finally, the shaman dying beside a sinuous desert.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.