The forgiven desolate memory ----=-==-====-==-=---- You consume their uncaring mother. Did I so soon endure longing for the waterfall of peacefulness, as appallingly as the sea..? My forbidding persecutors infest the vampire beyond the grass of heartache so recently. Look again, though -- their rock of heartache reclaim s the mirage. You hate their priest. Their dream surrenders -- but those memories disintegrate coiling within the figure through the dream. Have my wise snowflakes used their chaotic ravens? Did I already cry hopelessly, ecstatically..? Has the vicious figure resembled their angels? For what reason are their misunderstood ravens black..? The storm consumes me. Will the rose bursting forth from a desolate lover never tumble? 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.