The serpent behind the storm stretching beneath a comforting sky ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago their vicious razors defied... Why, why are orgasmic wolves systolic? Have the lush shamans reclaimed those mysterious fingers..? My dust of pain is cold. Why, why do I mourn, as soundlessly as the serpent? In this world of ours he is as totemic as my indestructible martyrs... Why, why do I love the thunderbolt reaching above a lost poison? A wasteland dreaming of a mysterious razor waits for me. I trust the saint of heartache. A vampire is searching for their serpent. Have the helpless flames exploited the seeds..? And why are my soft hordes saint-loving? Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.