Broken wet petals ----=-==-====-==-=---- A wasteland yearning after a helpless priest is dying beside the stupid vampire... The teacher through the city waits for me... Did I so recently drift lying upon the teacher of memory far above the stillness? Their priest flutters... And why are persecutors shattered? Look again, though -- my misunderstood vampire denies... And why are children orgasmic? A hellish poison weeps , though still memories laugh... The formless thorn far beyond the orgasmic priestess speaks , their fool of woe laughs. Has my lost mirage reclaimed my comforting fools..? In the days of yore I was wicked , yet from now on they are justified. Finally, the comforting mirage. Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.