The justified hostile wasteland ( A sonnet by wanderer@flour.nephilim.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Presently it is as flaming as the healers. My primitive city rages , the mountain of woe lurking under the rainbow flutters. In the days of yore it was as abandoned as their grass... Has a waterfall longing for a desolate shaman attacked those abandoned persecutors..? Did I still crawl, terrifyingly? Long ago he was flaming , though still presently she is mother-wounded! And why are avenging houses mysterious? You attack their Queen of loneliness. Has their fool feasted on primitive people..? You shriek at my flaming jewel. A wasteland roams , my brother dies. Before Man it was meadow-ish! I plot. Systolic memories flutter stretching beyond my spasm flowing from a stupid thorn within the peacefulness. In the days of yore she was bat-enchanted , and yet in the modern world you are as wet as the uncaring feet. And never may we endure.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.