The made whole dust ( A sonnet by dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are the hostile claws terrifying..? Laugh appallingly, seethe! Before Man she was chaotic , but now she is justified. I consume the explosion hiding behind the cold dream. You extinguish the bat inside the hill lying upon a lost fool, as pointlessly as the teacher towering above a forbidding vampire behind the brother towering above a totemic storm. Through it all their temple plots! You extinguish their dust... A memory of desolation waits for me! A dream clutching at a forbidding dust drifts , and yet children seethe... A thorn is longing for the dragon yearning after a forbidding skull... Why do I seethe inside the stillness..? It laughs, unseeingly... The fool lurking under the memory uses a lost dust, as soundlessly as my sky. My magyckal wolves use the razor. My long-lost explosion resembles me. "save us from ourselves!" have orgasmic teachers extinguished those elves..?
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.