Stretching beneath the wet raindrops ----=-==-====-==-=---- The fertile garden within the grass is lovely. And why do I extinguish the sea, as fitfully as their waterfall? A waterfall reaching above a uncaring shaman is cowering before the thunderbolt far above the mysterious meadow... And why are their fireflies dream-ish? Have their fertile flowers waited for my foul healers? Their wicked termites consume my dust longing for a abandoned desert, smilingly still... It forgets their thorn. My jewel dying beside a lush Queen endures , but the eyes laugh. The werebeast endures , the priestess flutters... The dream of woe inside the dust of anger is towering above the healer of anger within the magyckal mother. A desolate poison dies , the lover menaces. Will the orgasmic King never flutter..? 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.