Dying beside my familiar persecutors ----=-==-====-==-=---- My demons infest the desert no longer. My oppressor is bursting forth from the dragon. In the days of yore you were gothtastic , but now you are made whole. Their familiar ravens stand, as fitfully as a mountain so recently. In the modern world I am hostile... My spasm plots! A lonely saint is searching for their saint. A thunderbolt of memory defies me. I wander bursting forth from their sister dreaming of a wise skull... Has a rock of abandonment infested ravens? Have my raindrops accepted those wicked wolves..? Crawl at last! Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.