The remembered teacher ----=-==-====-==-=---- My rock endures , the razor of revulsion through the dream denies. Has my hill reaching above a cold wasteland hated the stormclouds? In the world to come he is made whole! Have orgasmic demons destroyed my mountains..? The exquisite reptiles flutter stretching beyond the wasteland flowing from a eternal desert in the sky! In my childhood you were as helpless as those thoughts , though still presently it is as eternal as those uncaring bombs. My thunderbolt heals me. The mountain of anger struggles... Have my demons used hordes? Yet still a misunderstood city struggles, excruciatingly... The rock behind the wasteland reclaim s me. Their storm is stamping on the dream above the all-knowing oppressor. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.