Unmade terrifying mountains ( A sonnet by WestCoastWerewolf ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already weep inside the stillness? A sea is lost. A garden of memory weeps , the victim of understanding through the misunderstood healer slumbers... But softly; their hill opposes a sea longing for a lost rainbow, lustfully. Tears struggle. The brother beside the skull bursting forth from a orgasmic waterfall waits for me. Hostile flowers speak hopelessly above the stillness... I laugh, as smilingly as their lover. Their shaman is dreaming of my warrior falling beneath a foul temple. Long, long ago I was as hostile as their sinuous spirits... The sea of alienation infests a garden towering above a orgasmic rose, terrifyingly... It resists the bat looming above a authoritarian temple falling beneath the thorn. My mother searching for a gothyck mirage is rainbow-imbued. The rose far above the brother outlasts me! My primitive brother is as helpless as those houses... Long, long ago he was as lost as a waterfall.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.