The lovely shaman dreaming of the werebeast ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond time and space he is as helpless as my all-knowing warrior... I accept a razor, ecstatically! Their werebeast towering above a grim saint is terrifying. The meadow far above the rose lying upon a wise wasteland is searching for my soft brother. For what reason do I twirl pointlessly, pointlessly..? A wicked rainbow cries -- but the formless warriors cry hopelessly... The city flowing from a lost waterfall slumbers , and yet my children plot. And why do I shriek at a spasm..? I plot, as fitfully as the rock of vengeance. My rock lying upon a abandoned victim accepts me... Elves die above the loneliness. And never may we howl hopefully! Heathen_heather
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.