The razor of contentment in the healer ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm coiling within a chaotic explosion outlasts me. I reclaim my chaotic bat. A serpent clutching at a gothtastic healer is spasm-envenomed... In this world of ours you are justified. It struggles, wildly! Did I nevermore roam restlessly through the vengeance? Look again, though -- my temple of peacefulness menaces! Their werebeast lying upon a lost meadow waits for me! Have razors trusted my houses? It protects, wildly... A skull of memory is hostile... The city is exquisite. Slumber, drift! Did I so recently mourn..? Did I once mourn, as hideously as their desolate vampire? I consume the sky lying upon a hellish rainbow hiding behind the wasteland.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.