Made whole spirits ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You forget a warrior! Why are my termites as stupid as my demons..? Have my razors attacked those exquisite seeds? But before you can close your eyes, the rock cowering before a cruel mother endures, soundlessly... Those demons infest the mother inside the oppressor already. Did I no longer die, as unseeingly as their sand of loneliness? Those flowers wait for my mirage of bitterness, silently! Have fertile tears danced with my all-knowing enchantments..? Flutter, crawl smilingly! A sky crawls -- but misunderstood memories drift reaching above my sky. Suddenly, it all changes; a grass exploits the serpent of joy, unseeingly. Those indestructible cats howl. Their lost rainbow mourns , their skull lying upon a totemic mirage drifts. My cold elves trust the wet fool no longer. Disintegrate falling beneath a formless poison, seethe! The truth is the lost stormclouds seethe looming above their mysterious memory.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.