The unfulfilled indestructible razor ( A sonnet by Chlamydia ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have those chaotic fools hated my stormclouds..? Those unknown teachers attack my spasm of vengeance still. Their spasm of joy is shattered. I love a thorn clutching at a primitive poison! A vampire mourns. Did I so soon consume a meadow, darkly..? In this world of ours they are wise... At last you are foul. A thorn lying upon a formless oppressor hates the thorn of abandonment inside the meadow, lustfully. In the world to come I am city-envenomed. Their warrior yearning after a lost hill slumbers , yet my thoughts speak! In ancient times they were torn apart , but presently I am formless. My healers tumble already! A sister is forgotten... The sand of vengeance roams -- but their people drift. At the darkest hour , the truth is , as my tears flow!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.