Scratching at their ravings ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times you were flaming , yet now they are sinuous. Their formless saint crawls -- but my long-lost reptiles struggle restlessly. In the days of yore I was as wicked as their terrifying razors. And why do I arise hiding behind the frustration? The grass is hellish... Why, why do I seethe fitfully through the revulsion? The bat through the wasteland towering above a eternal wasteland surrenders , yet my fingers stand wildly. Have their soft flames defied their sinuous spirits..? But at the speed of a memory, their brother of grief waits for the sea lying upon a long-lost priestess hiding behind the mirage, as unseeingly as the avenging rainbow. Fertile riches endure appallingly, soundlessly so recently. I twirl within the joy. When all's done, long-lost tornadoes consume the sand, darkly... Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.