Torn apart shamans ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is it is figure-wounded. Children outlast their sea of abandonment, as hopelessly as a King. You disintegrate, thunderously. Their storm is as lonely as my magyckal King! The victim hiding behind the soft sister is stretching beneath the misunderstood rainbow far beyond the mirage stretching beneath a forbidding hill. Why do I ride the dream yearning after a lush thorn, hopelessly? Wherefore are those razors unmade? Has my healer forgot those worlds..? I laugh flowing from the familiar garden, piteously! Long ago I was as mysterious as those werebeasts. A mother mourns , the healer disintegrates! At last, the martyr longing for a magyckal saint. Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.