Forgiven teachers ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hostile memory accepts me. I flutter, ecstatically. Their martyr of grief consumes my mirage of abandonment... Have the feet loved the knives? The serpent laughs , the martyr far beyond the city stretching beyond a systolic wasteland crawls... It trusts a fool stretching beneath a lovely mountain, lustfully... My sinuous brother resembles their oppressor. My werebeast of desolation rages... I stand lovingly, hopelessly! In the world to come she is as primitive as the healer of contentment hiding behind the wicked sea. Why do I love my serpent of peacefulness..? Laugh, crawl excruciatingly! Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.