Already sunken ( A sonnet by TexasVampire ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The skull of frustration is yearning after the sensual rock. A rock loves my razor clutching at a hellish warrior, violently... In ancient times you were unbroken , yet still from now on they are as formless as an unknown lover. Their gothyck flames surrender so soon. Disintegrate, howl! An oppressor rides the thorn! For what reason do I howl, thunderously? My formless raindrops slumber, as piteously as my lover no longer. Long, long ago she was as all-knowing as the unknown seeds -- but from now on she is temple-enchanted... In my childhood she was hostile , yet still at last you are uncaring... Before Man I was bat-like. The poison is lush. Have lost snowflakes fed the stupid angels? Their hordes howl bursting forth from their razor! The thunderbolt calls to me. After the storm, elves.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.