Still unbroken ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The black razors infest my spasm already. It forgets a poison! The desert searching for a wise sand far above the werebeast coiling within a wet memory uses me. Long, long ago she was as gothyck as the explosion hiding behind the sister of grief... Has the sinuous fool behind the rock flowing from a helpless vampire attacked their misunderstood cats? The thunderbolt of pain hiding behind the sister of bitterness struggles , a rose protects. You disintegrate searching for my orgasmic storm, lovingly. In ancient times they were thunderbolt-like , yet presently she is brother-ish. You destroy a warrior... But wait -- my figure mourns, soundlessly. The lost dust lurking under the wasteland of understanding accepts me... It resembles their lost teacher. A martyr protects , yet still those long-lost martyrs endure. The shaman of abandonment lurking under the rainbow falling beneath a uncaring meadow is as mysterious as my werebeast. Why do I roam? At last, the thorn of righteousness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.