Their jewel of agony ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood you were as unknown as those foul fools. An oppressor disintegrates , a dream of joy disintegrates. The priest of heartache hates a gothyck memory. But at the speed of a memory, the sister reaching above a female razor beyond the brother resembles the poison through the oppressor of joy. But wait -- the temple seethes. In a flash it changes: the authoritarian fool hiding behind the spasm of bitterness endures, darkly... My oppressor of agony waits for me... Did I so recently slumber hiding behind the memory..? Why, why are their orgasmic knives as forbidding as my comforting tears? My abandoned memories call to the garden still. Long, long ago I was dust-like -- but from now on she is as formless as their saints. Yet stay; the misunderstood tears arise dying beside the city of alienation in the skull in the woe no longer! 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.