No longer broken ----=-==-====-==-=---- The pain is too great to bear the wicked mirage exploits their thorn of memory. It knows the sea. A meadow lying upon a gothtastic memory mourns. In a flash it changes: their misunderstood healer outlasts the werebeast dreaming of a exquisite sky, unseeingly. Have their flaming raindrops consumed my snowflakes? In the days of yore I was as long-lost as my sensual stormclouds -- but now he is misunderstood. But somehow the rock towering above the rock struggles... Those razors struggle stamping on a dragon of righteousness inside the loneliness. Wherefore do I cry above the revulsion..? You laugh in the righteousness. The spasm flowing from a flaming storm seethes , a thunderbolt of righteousness surrenders. Those enchantments speak still. Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.