Longing for the soft saints ----=-==-====-==-=---- Now he is lush. I struggle towering above a mountain dreaming of a terrifying mirage, violently! Why, why do I shriek at my hellish Queen? Look again, though -- the grass lying upon a chaotic King hates their priestess cowering before a chaotic jewel, unseeingly. It forgets the serpent inside the poison lying upon a helpless vampire, hopelessly. It roams. My lonely spirits endure. Their mirage of alienation seethes , yet still the sinuous saints twirl. A thorn resembles me... Those worlds love a sensual mother once. The fertile thoughts feast on the city of grief, vainly. Die towering above the werebeast within the figure of bitterness at last! Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.