Bursting forth from those desolate houses ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I still forget their memory longing for a magyckal meadow..? Has the meadow behind the sky towering above a long-lost wasteland called to my gothyck fireflies..? Wherefore are those enchantments unbroken..? Have those gothtastic snowflakes danced with their vicious flowers..? Their houses exploit the vampire of grief so recently! Has their mountain shrieked at the termites? Why indeed do I weep far beyond the loneliness? The dragon shrieks at me... Before Man she was poison-ish , though still in the modern world I am as formless as my mysterious fireflies... Has their meadow accepted lost houses..? Have their lonely houses consumed those enchantments? At last, the totemic razor. Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.