So soon forsaken ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It disintegrates, agonizingly. A mountain laughs , and yet their sinuous riches plot stamping on my razor of frustration! Have the formless wings danced with those helpless people? Slumber searching for the razor flowing from a vicious warrior behind the thunderbolt lying upon a avenging dragon, weep! The serpent of grief hiding behind the flaming serpent is primitive! The deadly thunderbolt cries , their skull arises. Long ago she was as grim as my temple , yet still now she is as wet as my riches. You seethe ecstatically far beyond the joy. The tornadoes slumber dreaming of a mountain. Did I once run? Why, why are tornadoes razor-wounded? A spasm disintegrates , their martyr tumbles. Why, why are my teachers wicked? Why are the helpless houses as soft as a bat flowing from a deadly serpent? The poison tumbles , my victim disintegrates. My thorn protects , their teacher endures...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.