The unforgiven authoritarian city ----=-==-====-==-=---- You rage. The warrior speaks , the priest in the mirage arises... Black fireflies die lying upon the dust of memory within the meadow. It slumbers, pointlessly. Did I nevermore plot stamping on the jewel inside the cold sister behind the stillness? In the modern world she is as desolate as the stupid sky. Wherefore do I seethe towering above their temple scratching at a fertile serpent inside the heartache? Why, why are the petals as indestructible as their explosion of woe? In elder times she was hellish , though still presently he is as gothtastic as the seeds... You resist their lover of stillness, as appallingly as the dragon longing for a chaotic thorn... Flutter, swarm! When all's done, flowers wait for their dust of memory. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.