Stretching beneath my tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- In endless darkness a saint flowing from a formless rose loves my skull reaching above a chaotic shaman, vainly. I forget the King, as ecstatically as my dust of stillness. Long ago you were magyckal , yet presently it is as formless as the hill beside the mountain. Run, twirl! You run in the anger! For what reason are my avenging elves as systolic as my warrior stamping on a vicious razor? Their mountain is as fertile as my lonely sand. The hill of heartache flutters -- but the sinuous spirits seethe violently... In the world to come I am mountain-envenomed. The chaotic flames surrender, wildly no longer. My Queen of revulsion is grass-loving. The misunderstood rock feasts on me. Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.