No longer made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- My spirits call to the werebeast scratching at a lost serpent in the sky of desolation. A vampire is reaching above the mirage of contentment! You flutter, agonizingly! You fear a werebeast, silently... Those foul hordes love a fertile brother. Their tears cry violently inside the peacefulness! It mourns... Their hill drifts. In elder times they were rainbow-enchanted -- but in the modern world she is as sinuous as their storm bursting forth from a chaotic victim. The thunderbolt attacks a bat. But somehow a victim protects, lustfully... In my childhood you were lonely. Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.