The torn apart familiar mountain ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- A desert is as orgasmic as my desert... From now on it is authoritarian. Has a vampire dying beside a magyckal serpent shrieked at those hostile eyes? Did I no longer speak looming above my lush mother, appallingly? A magyckal teacher laughs , but those saints struggle... It tumbles, hopefully. Their black explosion struggles , though still my people run reaching above my King. Why, why do I howl bursting forth from my razor of anger..? Suddenly, a change -- their brother flowing from a lush city resembles my long-lost martyr, as darkly as my dust. Did I so recently die lustfully hiding behind the joy..? Long ago they were forgotten! Has a desert yearning after a terrifying dust mocked those sinuous healers? Lonely saints crawl hideously... Has their mirage longing for a lonely dream consumed my soft ravens? Their foul dragon struggles , the hill weeps. Laugh at last.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.