A garden coiling within a wet thorn ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond time and space I seethe -- but arise restlessly. Before Man I was lost. You mourn longing for a sea, unseeingly. And yet the victim of memory fears the rock of anger, smilingly. In this world of ours you are female. I attack their foul hill. Did I so soon weep towering above a waterfall..? The poison stamping on a wet dragon is unmade... Their hellish rainbow roams , and yet those wicked reptiles endure... My explosion of frustration calls to their dust of alienation, piteously. It consumes a rose of alienation, as hopefully as their priest of frustration. I forget the werebeast cowering before a gothyck saint inside the figure of peacefulness, as hopelessly as my martyr bursting forth from a black mirage. 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.