Already made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times I was as comforting as the all-knowing saints , yet in the modern world they are as formless as my houses. Did I still laugh, soundlessly? My houses feast on a thorn cowering before a hostile bat, thunderously already! You howl longing for the hellish dragon above the priestess stamping on a avenging fool. Those warriors flutter hopefully. The teacher behind the shaman looming above a totemic healer destroys me! My vampire of agony is looming above the fool of loneliness within the spasm of memory. My foul rock loves me. The rainbow bursting forth from a orgasmic rainbow dies, appallingly... Did I so soon love their wasteland of grief, as lovingly as a city? Wherefore do I swarm? But softly; the sinuous mountain lurking under the flaming saint seethes. Sister Darkness
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.