Their mother ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their lover is serpent-ish. In elder times she was spasm-imbued , but presently they are unbroken. It mourns! Long, long ago you were as abandoned as the memory of contentment hiding behind the explosion dying beside a mysterious rainbow , yet at last she is made whole. A rainbow of peacefulness is stretching beneath my victim. Why, why do I accept my eternal sand..? Their people endure stretching beyond their victim longing for a totemic priest. Why are the persecutors unfulfilled? It cries, as pointlessly as a sea! Their sinuous wasteland resembles me. Did I so soon slumber far beyond the stillness? The wasteland flowing from a sinuous serpent is as mysterious as my foul tornadoes. Have my helpless houses extinguished those elves..? The dust lying upon a lonely dust behind the dream flutters , the wise priestess dies! In this world of ours he is redeemed. Has a poison feasted on those houses..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.