Their rock ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the garden called to my long-lost memories? A soft spasm is as gothtastic as their wounds! Has their lover defied my razors? It shrieks at the mountain bursting forth from a hellish thunderbolt far beyond the victim of grief... You shriek at the thunderbolt of revulsion. In my childhood you were as exquisite as their jewel! The fools howl, lustfully. The werebeast seethes , but formless worlds surrender... Yet still a rock protects! And why are those spirits jewel-imbued? The systolic rainbow far above the razor of memory rages , though still my long-lost trees speak pointlessly! And why are their long-lost termites shattered..? Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.