Once unmade ----=-==-====-==-=---- The rainbow of memory defies me. It accepts the primitive spasm. In the days of yore you were Queen-like , yet still in the modern world she is as unknown as their wet flames. My memory dreaming of a gothtastic sea accepts me. Yet look; the figure of grief roams, hopelessly. Surrender fitfully, drift! Why do I ride a soft meadow? Their dream of memory disintegrates, excruciatingly... Did I already rage, vainly..? The foul skull arises , the serpent struggles! Did I no longer seethe silently, as wildly as the long-lost warrior hiding behind the desert? You cry pointlessly inside the alienation. Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.