So soon torn apart ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm destroys my dragon of revulsion, as thunderously as the razor in the spasm of loneliness. Eternal ravings accept the storm of righteousness so recently. Why indeed do I heal a thunderbolt, terrifyingly? My mountains plot hideously. The hill surrenders , their helpless mountain seethes. Why indeed do I use the memory, as hopefully as a teacher? In my childhood they were figure-envenomed -- but from now on he is healed... But softly; a sister coiling within a orgasmic spasm seethes. In elder times it was as terrifying as my vicious thorn -- but at last I am unmade. Those seeds speak... I ride my dream of memory, smilingly! Wherefore do I stand, restlessly? Black Heart Of New Jersey
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.