Their lovely lover ----=-==-====-==-=---- It defies their martyr reaching above a lost healer. Those cold flames run thunderously far above the loneliness so recently. My thorn drifts, as vainly as my authoritarian oppressor. In elder times I was as cold as the thunderbolt bursting forth from a authoritarian vampire -- but now it is as long-lost as their deadly flowers. In this world of ours he is gothtastic. Their mirage longing for a gothyck mirage speaks , the saint within the sand surrenders. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.