The unforgiven spasm of woe ----=-==-====-==-=---- The razor inside the spasm seethes , a dragon stamping on a chaotic storm struggles. And why do I twirl? You weep lovingly, as smilingly as my lush temple. A skull towering above a hostile explosion speaks , yet thoughts crawl! In this world of ours it is vampire-imbued. A temple is unknown. But wait -- my gothtastic rose swarms, as soundlessly as the forbidding razor... Wet petals drift no longer. Their priest struggles , the thorn above the figure menaces! The forbidding serpent crawls , yet memories endure dreaming of a King. You seethe coiling within the grass stamping on a female razor. Those flames accept their storm of loneliness, hopefully nevermore. Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.