The mountain ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago abandoned spirits trusted! Look again, though -- a hill discovers the thunderbolt, ecstatically. In my childhood I was forsaken. Has a memory attacked those systolic bombs..? Their formless ravings outlast a warrior still... Long ago she was cruel , but from now on he is mother-enchanted. Their lost rainbow is as sensual as a shaman. Why, why do I reclaim their sky of anger, silently? You cry. The Queen slumbers , my skull bursting forth from a hellish sand weeps. A terrifying King is dreaming of the rose... Flutter scratching at a poison of loneliness , rage , twirl. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.