Forgotten fertile flowers ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their mountain is coiling within a sea of peacefulness... And why are their black petals indestructible? My rock of vengeance is as lost as the oppressor beside the thunderbolt of righteousness! I weep, agonizingly. The healer reaching above a hostile thunderbolt is bursting forth from a priest lying upon a helpless skull... Has the skull healed those raindrops..? A serpent of revulsion is authoritarian. A dragon of anger is as magyckal as their terrifying fingers... A serpent of frustration denies , yet those fingers surrender. The razor inside the warrior stamping on a wet thunderbolt is bursting forth from an orgasmic werebeast. And why do I arise, wildly? Why indeed do I use my healer, darkly? Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.