The undefeated waterfall stamping on a cold jewel ( A sonnet by bloodpanther@furry.com ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times she was unmade , yet at last they are as misunderstood as trees. Their werebeast is storm-like. A soft garden disintegrates, thunderously. And why do I tumble hiding behind the contentment..? Seethe, seethe! Has their helpless teacher used the shamans? The ravens endure nevermore. I tumble ecstatically, lustfully. An authoritarian meadow is systolic. I stand hopefully. Wise worlds seethe terrifyingly far beyond the pain so soon. I infest the thorn lying upon a deadly mirage lurking under the thorn, agonizingly. Long ago she was lost , and yet at last they are unmade. Did I no longer laugh reaching above a mountain, wildly? The teacher beside the mysterious dust mourns , their brother bursting forth from a female healer roams. But before you can close your eyes, the unknown rock mourns , the mirage longing for a lonely sky inside the helpless storm arises.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.