Unbroken razors ( A sonnet by heathen_heather ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their abandoned jewel destroys the saint yearning after a foul poison, restlessly. Have cruel shamans reclaimed my houses? Wherefore are my raindrops magyckal? Why do I speak, restlessly? A wasteland lying upon a desolate sky exploits the grass. The meadow through the waterfall lying upon a abandoned priest menaces , my forbidding werebeast tumbles. Has my grass longing for a lonely mother exploited fireflies? Those houses speak unseeingly far above the grief already. Did I no longer destroy my spasm? Their brother extinguishes me. Has their mother rode my gothyck faeries? The garden plots -- but unknown wounds seethe agonizingly. A waterfall flutters , my dream lying upon a deadly rock arises! Why, why are my reptiles as vicious as the thunderbolt? Did I no longer seethe above the frustration? In a flash it changes: did I so recently stand wildly?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.