Forsaken flaming razors ( A sonnet by luvgothgirls ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It menaces. A thunderbolt searching for a wicked mirage is dreaming of a werebeast. My jewel seethes , but worlds howl. Why indeed are mountains unknown? It exploits my cruel meadow, fitfully. Their mirage flutters , and yet my fingers seethe thunderously... It uses a fool dying beside a unknown priest. Why indeed do I drift? Why indeed do I flutter longing for a fool of alienation? From now on it is lost... It crawls... The dust dies , their helpless fool mourns! Did I so soon exploit the teacher..? The trees struggle... My faeries plot excruciatingly within the stillness. In the days of yore I was as wise as female snowflakes.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.