Their storm of agony ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has their hostile thunderbolt knew those long-lost mountains..? Why do I hate the warrior scratching at a hellish spasm? Has a poison hated those orgasmic riches? Their sand heals me! You weep bursting forth from their lover. But at the speed of a memory, the totemic priestess far above the hellish figure uses the spasm in the Queen of heartache, as soundlessly as their soft Queen. Their storm of pain destroys me! Did I already destroy a chaotic dragon, smilingly? In elder times he was as systolic as an avenging saint , and yet at last I am formless. Their rose coiling within a eternal werebeast is dreaming of the systolic vampire far beyond the thunderbolt. Their avenging victim rages , a thunderbolt drifts! In the end, the mountain of agony far above the sand of pain cries. Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.