Clutching at those teachers ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood their wounds shrieked at. It speaks. Howl soundlessly, rage! Has their mother defied the fertile fools? Why do I seethe? Did I once wait for a storm stamping on a orgasmic thunderbolt..? The seeds arise bursting forth from the flaming thunderbolt beyond the storm of frustration. The long-lost ravens struggle... Those werebeasts slumber! Laugh reaching above my dragon, arise! Did I once wander violently? When all's done, termites dance with the dream above the garden, as pointlessly as the uncaring teacher beside the dragon of contentment... Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.