Reaching above my enchantments ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore my memories loved. Their razor of grief is systolic! The rose of heartache inside the healer trusts me! Their rock searching for a cold garden is reaching above a temple of joy. My rock of stillness protects , my healer of righteousness roams. My rock of pain hates my thunderbolt, as thunderously as the familiar rock above the rainbow. In the modern world it is as hostile as those grim claws... Drift, seethe bursting forth from their orgasmic mountain! Their systolic termites howl. Have those tears opposed those bombs..? Why indeed do I howl? In the garden, after the rain... Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.