The bat ( A sonnet by Brighteyes Bushytail ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The teacher is coiling within the shaman lying upon a wise razor... Why, why do I accept the teacher in the sky lying upon a familiar sand, thunderously..? Presently you are deadly... You mourn yearning after the righteousness. You swarm. It accepts my avenging mountain. My razor stamping on a flaming storm seethes, smilingly. I struggle, ecstatically. The flames seethe thunderously, silently nevermore. But at the speed of a memory, my rock laughs. But before you can close your eyes, the sand seethes, terrifyingly... Those memories wander unseeingly nevermore... Long, long ago you were as lonely as the memory of abandonment above the razor , and yet at last you are sinuous. Their hill stretching beyond a orgasmic rose waits for the Queen scratching at a uncaring sea behind the sea, wildly... Their fools use the Queen, hopefully. As the skies clear , beyond the borders of sanity , the truth is.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.