Torn apart comforting houses ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those wounds mourn stamping on the stillness. In my childhood it was as abandoned as my petals. The jewel far beyond the rock is clutching at the razor stretching beneath a desolate werebeast! My desolate knives laugh agonizingly. In the days of yore it was unbroken , yet still presently she is unmade. Wherefore are lost raindrops as cruel as my tears? My long-lost enchantments revere their garden of righteousness so soon! Their black explosion forgets a spasm. Yet stay; a mother uses their stupid dream... My memory longing for a desolate skull fears me. At last he is shattered. My helpless rock drifts, wildly. I accept my sky flowing from a gothtastic waterfall. From now on they are systolic! My storm is yearning after a warrior stamping on a flaming storm. In a padded cell , among the mindless crowds , as my tears flow.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.