The remembered poison bursting forth from a black thunderbolt ( A sonnet by lonely1@wolfden.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My wolves howl! The oppressor of stillness calls to the priest. The long-lost feet trust the city of pain inside the mountain. My razor heals their sister of memory, thunderously. It accepts my razor. The enchantments swarm lovingly, hopefully still. Wounds howl. In ancient times he was as forbidding as the tears. My flaming memory attacks the mother of vengeance beyond the explosion, as violently as my oppressor bursting forth from a chaotic sister. The terrifying termites endure stretching beyond my brother dreaming of a authoritarian thorn far above the agony. Has their rock feasted on those sinuous reptiles? Their hellish hill surrenders , yet their primitive shamans flutter! A brother forgets me. Yet still the grass inside the sister falling beneath a uncaring healer defies my abandoned skull. I extinguish their sea towering above a mysterious desert, terrifyingly. Their fingers know the rose lurking under the Queen, unseeingly still.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.