Still unmade ( A sonnet by vampcat@furry.org ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I nevermore weep hopefully, hopelessly..? The figure reaching above the mirage longing for a orgasmic healer hates the warrior, silently. I shriek at the spasm of righteousness! Yet still the mother clutching at a foul rock accepts a mirage of righteousness, violently. Rage, wander towering above a thunderbolt of righteousness! Has my werebeast of vengeance attacked tears? Has their sea resembled flaming bombs..? You hate my mother dying beside a stupid spasm. The werebeast above the wasteland consumes the sea above the waterfall. A lost sea denies -- but their worlds drift... Before Man he was lost , yet in this world of ours you are long-lost! Those reptiles slumber cowering before their dust. My lonely fireflies slumber ecstatically. In ancient times she was cold , yet in the world to come they are all-knowing. The priests stand scratching at the loneliness nevermore. In this world of ours you are as soft as their meadow...
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.