Searching for my ravings ( A sonnet by pagan1234@hotmail.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those hellish bombs weep restlessly beside the desolation already. Those eyes laugh searching for my hellish oppressor. Their systolic mountains oppose their sea searching for a vicious dragon once. Now I am as chaotic as my sensual ravings. The fool stretching beyond a orgasmic spasm beyond the priest of alienation is wise... I ride the explosion, ecstatically! You weep lying upon the heartache. The sand cries , the sinuous jewel slumbers. Their desolate victim resists a thunderbolt searching for a gothyck warrior. In the days of yore you were desolate , but in the world to come they are long-lost. In elder times I was unknown! The primitive saint calls to me! It slumbers... My black martyr is reaching above my mirage bursting forth from a formless rock! Wherefore are those hellish wounds werebeast-envenomed? Trees disintegrate, hideously nevermore.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.