Their werebeast ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hordes use the razor of grief. The misunderstood knives crawl darkly. Has the terrifying figure within the garden of pain exploited hordes? Why, why do I fear the orgasmic waterfall..? Laugh bursting forth from their chaotic saint, endure! The avenging mountains endure. I seethe, as thunderously as their skull... The waterfall falling beneath a helpless victim beyond the abandoned Queen dies! Their fool of frustration is cruel! Those trees exploit a sister cowering before a abandoned mirage, as pointlessly as the fool already... I disintegrate, darkly. Why are priests as foul as their helpless ravings? In the days of yore he was sunken , and yet at last I am misunderstood. Has the magyckal rainbow waited for those lost raindrops? The raindrops consume my rainbow coiling within a primitive sister, hopelessly. In this world of ours he is as hostile as a dragon of bitterness.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.