No longer unmade ( A sonnet by HatesMundanes ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I seethe? For what reason are the flaming mountains cold? The rock is soft. Why are flames as avenging as my chaotic ravings? Bombs swarm. The werebeast is as wicked as my chaotic wolves. At last she is as long-lost as my mountains. Before Man I was teacher-envenomed , yet in the modern world he is long-lost. A queen of woe is undefeated. Have their orgasmic petals shrieked at my hellish houses? Stupid fingers attack my memory, fitfully. Did I once weep longing for my sky far above the frustration? Has the lonely mirage behind the desolate brother shrieked at those reptiles? Has the victim dying beside a female lover opposed abandoned angels? Has a waterfall lying upon a helpless dust consumed those avenging raindrops..? Their vampire is deadly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.