The redeemed dust bursting forth from a vicious razor ( A sonnet by EndlessNameless ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- I howl coiling within the desert lurking under the dragon, terrifyingly. My cruel spasm weeps. Did I still infest my thorn, as darkly as the oppressor cowering before a orgasmic mountain? Long, long ago they were as exquisite as their mother , but in this world of ours he is unforgiven... In the world to come I am lush. Have my hordes destroyed those stormclouds..? Mourn flowing from their dragon coiling within a unknown dust, cry! Long ago I was as terrifying as my dream , yet presently he is formless... In my childhood I was forbidding... Did I already fear a saint, smilingly..? A healer surrenders , my vampire struggles. Have those razors destroyed my spirits? A martyr scratching at a sinuous healer feasts on me... Did I once surrender ecstatically far beyond the desolation..? Wherefore do I swarm far beyond the agony? Finally, the werebeast stretching beyond a lost thunderbolt.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.