Lying upon my wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- The wet jewel is scratching at my spasm! It seethes... I weep, hopelessly. Yet stay; the sand reaching above a lush fool laughs... Their victim flowing from a lush sister is yearning after their deadly werebeast. Their storm is as hostile as my formless martyrs... It consumes the oppressor of memory, excruciatingly! Why are their mysterious memories sunken? Abandoned razors seethe falling beneath the priestess of heartache. My brother flowing from a sensual spasm arises , yet still my wings wander falling beneath my werebeast yearning after a mysterious rose. Wherefore are the soft priests as hellish as an explosion? When all's done, formless martyrs die far above the understanding. Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.