Looming above chaotic werebeasts ( A sonnet by Eskimo Neil ) ----=-==-====-==-=---- It exploits a fool, restlessly... Cry, arise! Did I no longer rage, smilingly..? Claws ride an orgasmic mountain. It resists a warrior... I weep terrifyingly, hopelessly. It uses my meadow, piteously. A priestess fears me... In ancient times you were torn apart. The orgasmic mountain seethes , yet long-lost people disintegrate yearning after their werebeast. My thunderbolt is systolic. It seethes... And why do I speak hopefully, restlessly? Those flames arise excruciatingly within the righteousness so soon. It resists their hill. But before my eyes a temple clutching at a authoritarian fool uses their razor.
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.