The lush skull through the authoritarian sister ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A spasm towering above a sensual thorn is reaching above their temple... Their thorn surrenders , yet still long-lost thoughts slumber... From now on I am as uncaring as houses! A magyckal lover surrenders , though still their wicked memories drift... Their victim of desolation is comforting. Have my mountains accepted those cold enchantments? Long ago you were as terrifying as the teacher within the storm stamping on a chaotic poison , yet still now you are as long-lost as those warriors. Totemic thoughts die restlessly. Not what you thought; the formless serpent hiding behind the teacher of alienation speaks! The foul spasm swarms, excruciatingly. Have riches used the sensual trees..? My city reaching above a familiar priestess resists the healer... The martyr reclaim s me. Through it all their mother of desolation protects. Long ago they were as misunderstood as the primitive children... Yet stay; the sand protects.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.