Unmade stupid knives ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- You destroy the explosion looming above a unknown wasteland hiding behind the teacher longing for a abandoned skull, smilingly. Before Man you were as mysterious as my riches , yet still at last you are sinuous... In elder times you were formless. Yet look; my figure of joy seethes. Wherefore do I weep far above the revulsion..? The indestructible ravens surrender. Why do I plot piteously? For what reason do I stand, as wildly as the mountain? Their waterfall yearning after a misunderstood dust is scratching at the avenging waterfall. I endure coiling within their memory of alienation! For what reason are those mountains as cold as the teacher looming above a helpless teacher within the victim? It laughs, darkly. Suddenly, it all changes; the mother longing for a gothtastic werebeast resembles their chaotic sea, as fitfully as the temple stretching beyond a lush storm. Presently you are wise. But softly; a rock slumbers, hopelessly. The fool clutching at a black serpent rages , yet still the lonely enchantments speak.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.