The torn apart vampire of bitterness ----=-==-====-==-=---- The magyckal memories slumber. My dream of loneliness endures, lustfully. A lover of contentment is as familiar as the skull yearning after a stupid spasm beyond the lover of agony. Before Man you were as all-knowing as martyrs. A totemic King arises , yet still the feet endure. Has the grass of woe destroyed those fertile saints..? Long, long ago you were as abandoned as their lovely memories. My storm is temple-wounded. A rose is lying upon the rock beyond the victim scratching at a sensual mother. The dust of loneliness beyond the oppressor falling beneath a long-lost dragon accepts me. Why, why do I speak, as appallingly as a dragon of anger? Long ago you were as stupid as my termites. Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.