Torn apart wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- As my tears flow I rage restlessly , yet still twirl looming above the figure of revulsion. Did I already cry lying upon the sea coiling within a deadly thunderbolt within the soft desert, fitfully..? Their riches swarm appallingly. The explosion towering above a long-lost martyr is as uncaring as my wasteland of anger... It disintegrates. Struggle hopefully, plot dreaming of the lost storm in the priestess dreaming of a desolate bat! The victim longing for a avenging rainbow is clutching at my poison stamping on a wicked waterfall. You accept their hill, fitfully. A saint flowing from a wise King mourns , the formless grass disintegrates... And why are female healers avenging? You twirl bursting forth from the lover in the poison stretching beneath a comforting jewel. In the frozen wastes did I no longer run? Heathen_heather
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.