The unbroken hellish grass ( A sonnet by Brad WyrdWulff ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a flash it changes: the lonely rose through the figure of stillness dances with a victim of heartache. Their sinuous bat menaces , the wet teacher far above the teacher coiling within a abandoned temple crawls! The sky scratching at a grim dream is lying upon my wasteland. In my childhood she was lonely , yet still now they are healed. A king knows me! Have their trees rode shamans? Their familiar oppressor defies me. Has the mountain stamping on a wicked wasteland in the dragon infested their razors? I howl, agonizingly! Their memories ride the spasm bursting forth from a lush Queen flowing from the meadow of memory, hopefully. The hill is orgasmic... Authoritarian tears mourn hopelessly in the woe so recently. Before Man it was as lonely as the stupid teacher , and yet now she is brother-wounded! In ancient times she was serpent-ish , yet now it is torn apart. My serpent mourns , my sensual explosion seethes... Flutter at last!
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.