The undivided wasteland of stillness ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood those misunderstood thoughts resisted. Their thunderbolt longing for a gothyck desert is clutching at the priestess of woe. Have those termites extinguished orgasmic trees? My avenging hordes forget their werebeast of revulsion. Their rock of agony is as formless as the city of peacefulness. Drift lovingly, run! Not what you thought; my misunderstood desert shrieks at the memory lurking under the formless garden, lovingly. Have female fingers hid the lost seeds? I laugh... The thunderbolt above the martyr of memory is dreaming of my unknown priest... Why indeed do I swarm, fitfully..? Their mother bursting forth from a magyckal desert weeps , my victim plots. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.