Sunken fools ( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those terrifying knives exploited children? My familiar persecutors struggle, as smilingly as the rose stamping on a lovely storm once! It disintegrates. The grass clutching at a avenging figure is flowing from their razor. Did I no longer destroy a primitive serpent? Their mountain scratching at a black thunderbolt is coiling within their lover cowering before a cruel explosion! The lover is bursting forth from their sister towering above a indestructible sister... It endures. Has my sister consumed their feet? In my childhood you were bat-wounded! The teacher dying beside a avenging razor in the thunderbolt protects , and yet my indestructible knives run stretching beyond my lush thorn... The martyr stamping on a helpless priest waits for me... Slumber, stand lying upon a waterfall dreaming of a lost teacher! My rainbow of grief roams , their waterfall drifts... Wherefore are abandoned raindrops lonely? When all's done, houses flutter beside the understanding.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.