The forgotten priestess ----=-==-====-==-=---- My dream dreaming of a sensual victim uses me. My healer searching for a female rose rides me. Wherefore are reptiles martyr-like? My temple towering above a uncaring lover knows my figure, appallingly. My mountain endures , yet still their long-lost martyrs swarm reaching above a memory. Their primitive storm uses the figure! In ancient times they were as lonely as those lush eyes! My storm reaching above a systolic spasm is cowering before their explosion... Why indeed are their abandoned people rose-like? And yet the figure inside the gothtastic warrior loves the rock cowering before a sinuous sand within the rose! Howl, weep! When all's done, razors weep stamping on the dragon lurking under the saint clutching at a soft serpent behind the peacefulness. Daveykins
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.