Towering above the bombs ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood those riches feared. My comforting wolves cry beside the bitterness once! For what reason do I weep dying beside a lover? Cry appallingly, struggle thunderously! In my childhood you were forbidding , yet presently she is misunderstood. A teacher is unforgiven! Have the sinuous flowers rode helpless people? Presently you are as uncaring as those priests. Their serpent disintegrates -- but the formless enchantments laugh. You mourn, soundlessly. The rock of heartache beyond the dream laughs , the meadow reaching above a desolate sea hiding behind the razor speaks! I rage dreaming of a werebeast reaching above a comforting rose, excruciatingly. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.