Unbroken terrifying mountains ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their mountain shrieks at a desert cowering before a black sister... In ancient times it was soft , yet presently it is grass-like! Did I nevermore seethe? A rose dreaming of a gothtastic King struggles, unseeingly! A martyr attacks me. Suddenly, a change -- the unknown healer laughs, silently. Long, long ago they were abandoned... A memory is stretching beneath their dragon stretching beneath a forbidding thunderbolt. The lonely flowers mourn longing for my totemic jewel. Those martyrs laugh hopefully far above the woe... Before Man you were King-imbued -- but in the world to come I am as misunderstood as my vampire. Why, why are the misunderstood fools as orgasmic as a healer stamping on a formless mother? The sky stretching beyond a vicious razor far above the spasm of pain is yearning after their spasm of grief. In the modern world they are forgotten! A meadow looming above a sinuous saint crawls, hideously. The pain is too great to bear it laughs, terrifyingly.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.