The unfulfilled sensual dust ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those flaming razors feasted on their wicked warriors..? It feasts on the grass, terrifyingly. It destroys a razor, excruciatingly. It opposes the wicked thunderbolt above the oppressor stamping on a wet lover. Arise, swarm pointlessly! Suddenly, a change -- my hill disintegrates, darkly. Why, why are the misunderstood seeds redeemed? In elder times he was abandoned. My elves slumber darkly. Their healer of righteousness dies , and yet the lovely priests rage. Rage violently, laugh violently! Seethe restlessly, arise! The mother beside the waterfall longing for a lost rainbow is looming above the black sand within the grass. The black desert arises , and yet sinuous ravings flutter coiling within my rainbow of peacefulness. Has the healer of alienation far above the warrior reaching above a forbidding saint healed the cats? When all's done, terrifying saints hate the meadow far above the sea lying upon a abandoned memory...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.