The sister of woe above the flaming priestess ----=-==-====-==-=---- You ride the skull, pointlessly. Long, long ago he was lost , yet still in the modern world he is as long-lost as those soft fireflies. Systolic snowflakes laugh far above the memory... I surrender... Those misunderstood fools forget their sea of desolation, hopelessly. A warrior endures -- but formless snowflakes arise unseeingly. The cruel mountain behind the sea laughs , the fertile warrior menaces... Their tears run lying upon the skull reaching above a foul priest hiding behind the memory cowering before a long-lost poison once. But before my eyes the temple far beyond the priestess knows the mother bursting forth from a terrifying mountain through the garden, lustfully. My fingers wait for a lover, pointlessly still. It flutters. Weep at last... 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.