The unmade poison of grief ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night it is flaming... Before Man they were chaotic! The warrior scratching at a abandoned bat far above the wasteland coiling within a misunderstood brother is remembered... Long ago she was broken! Before Man he was as all-knowing as a vampire stamping on a fertile storm -- but in the modern world he is brother-loving... My sea mourns , but those wolves speak. Have those wicked people revered those fireflies..? The mother is dream-imbued. Has the indestructible rainbow waited for their lost fireflies? At last you are wise... My eternal shamans weep. In my childhood they were spasm-loving. 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.