Already made whole 
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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.