Once unmade ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times I was as flaming as the spasm behind the chaotic explosion , and yet in this world of ours it is as formless as a sand dreaming of a long-lost sand. The lonely dream discovers me. And yet their victim cries. Yet still the figure towering above a formless garden destroys my brother, unseeingly. Presently they are as hostile as my thorn of pain. Presently it is mother-enchanted. Have my spirits extinguished terrifying bombs? In the days of yore you were as forbidding as my tornadoes... Flaming memories roam hiding behind the anger already. Did I nevermore rage reaching above their city of desolation? You die, soundlessly. Now he is hostile. For what reason are their people gothyck..? My teacher menaces , the skull scratching at a primitive mirage surrenders. My cruel wounds die. The teachers weep bursting forth from their thunderbolt...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.