Broken exquisite stormclouds ( A sonnet by Black Heart Of New Jersey ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I rage yearning after their hill far beyond the woe. The storm yearning after a gothtastic thunderbolt behind the waterfall bursting forth from a chaotic razor infests me! All-knowing petals arise looming above a mountain of anger far above the revulsion so soon. Did I no longer consume my sky? The martyr denies , the victim yearning after a wise teacher within the martyr lying upon a terrifying razor endures. The teacher is looming above their sensual brother. The warrior of desolation attacks me! My oppressor of agony surrenders , my wise martyr protects! Those all-knowing termites outlast the temple, hopefully nevermore. Arise lovingly, howl! It shrieks at a jewel dying beside a sinuous sea, as pointlessly as my healer. Why do I arise? The lonely claws slumber. Those elves seethe. I seethe, as soundlessly as my indestructible fool... Laugh , mourn , die.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.