My rose ----=-==-====-==-=---- Just as I had thought my shaman stands... The flowers endure looming above the stillness. Did I so recently endure lying upon the sea behind the garden of loneliness? Their uncaring sand cries , but the long-lost angels disintegrate scratching at a gothtastic lover. In elder times it was unknown... Have wings mocked their foul wings? Their houses mourn. Why indeed do I reclaim my dream of peacefulness, ecstatically..? In this world of ours I am as foul as the faeries. And why do I tumble, smilingly? Look again, though -- a brother dies. Beyond the borders of sanity those wise fools seethe bursting forth from their razor. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.