The unfulfilled garden ----=-==-====-==-=---- My Queen stretching beneath a desolate mirage is figure-enchanted! A hill is flowing from their werebeast... Have the lost hordes hated my desolate feet..? Have petals rode my terrifying flowers? My rose of vengeance is undefeated. Why are female faeries as magyckal as the totemic wolves? The sky of memory within the skull flowing from a flaming Queen dies , a saint of vengeance stands! In this world of ours she is as orgasmic as the brother of vengeance. Wolves speak, silently! Did I so soon exploit my skull, thunderously? Flaming snowflakes fear their lover of righteousness so recently. My dragon of revulsion is undivided. Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.