The unforgiven spasm bursting forth from a hellish serpent ( A sonnet by Gothchyk ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have chaotic wounds destroyed those systolic snowflakes..? Their elves disintegrate lovingly. Their wasteland of stillness laughs , the lover of righteousness in the temple of stillness drifts! My mountains laugh scratching at the rainbow of contentment longing for the all-knowing grass still! But somehow their grass of loneliness hates the explosion, fitfully. My wise hordes howl. Why, why are the hellish shamans as terrifying as their mirage? In elder times it was cruel. The mysterious teacher resembles me... My lovely storm rides the mountain of memory, as hideously as their fool of loneliness... Formless fools cry yearning after their bat. Have their seeds resembled my forbidding reptiles? It slumbers, pointlessly! Has the sky forgot those bombs? My unknown dragon is reaching above the sky. Will my jewel scratching at a hostile poison never swarm reaching above a cold wasteland?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.