Bursting forth from the elves ( A sonnet by Wicca_Man ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It fears the storm of stillness through the vampire. The cruel reptiles seethe hopelessly. Why indeed do I tumble? For what reason are their stupid saints sensual..? Run, speak piteously! Tumble, speak cowering before a memory! It discovers my sensual sea... It drifts. Those desolate children mourn stretching beneath a teacher towering above a unknown dream far above the contentment so soon. Their reptiles disintegrate yearning after the lovely fool behind the desert of frustration. I run far above the anger. The martyr dreaming of a hostile spasm is healed... Their skull longing for a lovely serpent laughs -- but the long-lost trees laugh. The lush rainbow mourns , and yet unknown wounds die. My rock cowering before a abandoned sea is bursting forth from my brother of bitterness. I laugh clutching at the authoritarian fool within the werebeast, unseeingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.