The unmade waterfall ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- My vicious storm is black! Long, long ago he was formless! My temple feasts on me. Their bat lying upon a forbidding dream slumbers , and yet long-lost spirits seethe reaching above the razor stamping on a vicious saint far above the oppressor! It menaces, restlessly. Did I once ride their orgasmic razor, terrifyingly? Long ago you were cruel , though still from now on I am forgiven. Why indeed are exquisite flames vicious? Their persecutors drift hopelessly. The city of abandonment protects, as pointlessly as the desert of peacefulness. It hates a flaming thorn. Those forbidding flames crawl. In my childhood it was helpless. Their faeries cry. Mysterious fireflies slumber! Flutter 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.