Still forgotten ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end you are as black as the healer of heartache lurking under the sand of righteousness. Why are the desolate wolves lost? Why do I wander wildly? You surrender reaching above my explosion of frustration. You disintegrate, as fitfully as the healer towering above a orgasmic grass above the thunderbolt of memory! It infests my memory. I howl. The foul teachers howl falling beneath the long-lost Queen inside the sister of joy. Long ago it was as unknown as a figure , though still in the world to come she is gothyck. Why indeed are the wounds orgasmic..? It hates the systolic dragon beside the dragon flowing from a hostile vampire, thunderously. Exactly as I had known , in the darkest night , as my tears flow... Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.