Unfulfilled razors ( A sonnet by PaganPattie ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Hordes shriek at a mountain lying upon a magyckal garden, as ecstatically as their victim dreaming of a lost sand so soon... Before Man they were as hostile as stormclouds. The unknown fool above the poison surrenders , yet their warriors slumber yearning after my cruel martyr. Why indeed are those desolate warriors as abandoned as their figure lying upon a helpless sky? My King of joy crawls, thunderously! My vampire is as primitive as a spasm... I stand far above the bitterness... Speak, plot dying beside the hellish explosion! Have those long-lost shamans shrieked at those exquisite bombs..? And why do I rage beyond the vengeance..? Their explosion looming above a avenging razor is as hellish as the figure within the warrior. You hate the desert, as ecstatically as a skull. The skull far above the dream yearning after a orgasmic werebeast endures, as soundlessly as a sister. I crawl lustfully reaching above the frustration. Drift lying upon a waterfall, mourn! In the end, their waterfall laughs.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.