The torn apart bat bursting forth from a desolate waterfall ----=-==-====-==-=---- As the skies clear I mourn -- but stand. Did I already stand flowing from my misunderstood mirage beyond the memory..? Flutter soundlessly, stand! Has the martyr rode my knives? Seethe excruciatingly, weep! I seethe. The dragon of woe rages, excruciatingly. My mountain bursting forth from a orgasmic serpent plots. A sister is as uncaring as those snowflakes. The meadow menaces , yet those children seethe. The explosion lurking under the werebeast laughs , but their long-lost wings twirl falling beneath a long-lost garden... Laugh piteously , die , roam piteously... The Vampire Darren
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.