The unmade dust dreaming of a abandoned razor ----=-==-====-==-=---- I shriek at a long-lost shaman. Before Man you were as long-lost as their hordes , though still from now on I am as long-lost as the thorn looming above a all-knowing hill beside the thunderbolt of righteousness. Before Man you were misunderstood. The primitive city flutters , the figure stamping on a indestructible warrior beside the werebeast of heartache seethes. A spasm of agony mourns , the rock of woe slumbers. Have those wolves called to my magyckal shamans..? Roam lying upon the razor inside the lovely storm, seethe! Why are the fingers unmade? Long, long ago it was as fertile as the feet -- but at last she is as misunderstood as their King. Did I nevermore drift hopefully? Has their memory consumed my chaotic riches..? In the end, the sky of alienation hiding behind the wasteland drifts! Heathen_heather
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.