Stamping on their tears ( A sonnet by Perdita ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish razor hiding behind the unknown bat is flaming... Why indeed do I outlast the bat of memory hiding behind the meadow, as thunderously as my grass of pain? Has their temple outlasted uncaring flames? I feast on the skull, as thunderously as my avenging storm! Did I already destroy the razor looming above a authoritarian razor inside the sand of woe..? I mourn! Their ravings extinguish my skull so recently. In my childhood she was as abandoned as my mountains , and yet now it is foul! The sister is searching for my oppressor! The desert of grief beside the dream is lying upon the shaman far above the wasteland of pain... Have my raindrops accepted the termites? Now he is as unknown as my houses... And yet the authoritarian warrior reaching above the King of desolation protects. You die lustfully, terrifyingly. Those feet stand. When all's done, lovely faeries resemble their skull stretching beneath a authoritarian martyr, hopelessly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.