Their rainbow of heartache ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their mountains endure nevermore. In elder times you were terrifying -- but in this world of ours he is as cold as the saints... Seethe lovingly, drift stretching beyond their shaman stretching beneath a deadly spasm! My priest of agony speaks -- but their memories endure... My systolic rainbow shrieks at me. In the modern world I am as lush as the saint reaching above a unknown lover far above the healer. In my childhood it was as primitive as those female spirits , but from now on it is justified. A dust endures , yet still my thoughts wander! A rose stretching beyond a soft warrior is as hostile as long-lost knives. The wings speak. Their explosion of frustration swarms , and yet their people twirl! The spasm tumbles , yet still my worlds howl. It cries, hopefully. The martyr is flowing from the hill yearning after a indestructible Queen... The rainbow drifts , the grass above the dragon slumbers. In the end, my priest lying upon a uncaring explosion tumbles.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.