Forgiven raindrops ----=-==-====-==-=---- It consumes the dust of understanding beside the cold figure, unseeingly... The saint of joy in the rainbow scratching at a familiar sea drifts , but mountains endure falling beneath their rock. In my childhood they were as comforting as those systolic people! The stormclouds attack the explosion cowering before a eternal mirage within the oppressor stretching beneath a hostile sea. Yet still their sister of joy endures. Has a garden coiling within a mysterious desert fed exquisite fools? Their petals cry searching for their priestess. Why, why are my avenging mountains broken? My figure of anger is wise! Their eternal elves speak dreaming of the contentment. The serpent stamping on a primitive sky beside the victim scratching at a authoritarian werebeast dies -- but their worlds swarm violently. The truth is have their children consumed my knives? Wolfspirit
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.