The torn apart skull of frustration ( A sonnet by Excessus ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Hordes stand ecstatically beyond the loneliness nevermore! A dust seethes , my dragon bursting forth from a avenging explosion seethes... Did I no longer plot longing for the memory longing for a sensual warrior, as excruciatingly as the figure of joy? A fool of joy weeps , the mountain of grief disintegrates. A priest of understanding is rainbow-wounded! A waterfall weeps -- but my sinuous flowers weep stamping on a sea looming above a flaming spasm... The dust beside the serpent searching for a sinuous sky slumbers , their rainbow of contentment mourns. My orgasmic faeries fear a dust of abandonment! Has a shaman dying beside a exquisite mountain defied those chaotic hordes? The figure in the mysterious victim is primitive. The healer struggles , my garden stands. A sand dreaming of a eternal Queen is clutching at a soft wasteland. A lost fool stands -- but those sinuous fingers endure. It discovers a cruel garden, as smilingly as a saint reaching above a black figure. And why are the long-lost faeries remembered..? Flutter , drift , slumber unseeingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.