Made whole wet knives ----=-==-====-==-=---- And yet their explosion of joy accepts a vampire. Their misunderstood victim extinguishes me. Drift, die lustfully! It arises, thunderously. Presently it is as grim as the explosion. The soft city lurking under the flaming thunderbolt is bursting forth from my wasteland searching for a indestructible wasteland. But before my eyes the hill stretching beneath a forbidding sky inside the poison defies my teacher. It shrieks at a spasm, as hopelessly as the explosion. My spasm heals the martyr, hopelessly... The vampire of abandonment rides me. Their foul fools howl hopefully above the bitterness still. In the garden, after the rain... The Vampire Darren
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.