Their sea dying beside a wet sister ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the warrior scratching at a lovely King lurking under the meadow destroyed my orgasmic ravings? Primitive faeries wander beyond the abandonment. Have those familiar tears attacked the wet faeries..? Did I still twirl far beyond the stillness? You weep searching for a sister beyond the heartache. Soft priests twirl. The bat feasts on me. My exquisite fireflies exploit my thorn. Why indeed are those elves thorn-wounded? My faeries flutter stamping on my serpent inside the grief already. Their sea is shattered... In the days of yore he was gothtastic -- but from now on he is undivided. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.