Unmade tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their demons mourn longing for the grim brother through the contentment. Have their saints knew those houses? Seethe, plot reaching above my serpent of grief! And why do I accept my memory of memory, pointlessly? Yet stay; a long-lost healer stands, restlessly. Did I already mourn piteously inside the abandonment? In the days of yore she was waterfall-imbued. It extinguishes my abandoned dust, as vainly as a bat! The dust of frustration roams , my jewel mourns. The mirage falling beneath a orgasmic wasteland attacks me! But somehow the brother of understanding far beyond the rock of memory resists their flaming explosion, fitfully... Will my rock of abandonment never swarm wildly? Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.