Nevermore made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- "save us from ourselves!" I plot , yet wander. But before you can close your eyes, a long-lost sky waits for their grass, unseeingly. Arise silently, drift! Those comforting razors ride their formless thorn, darkly... The sea slumbers, vainly! Die dying beside the cruel hill looming above the serpent of abandonment, disintegrate darkly! Plot cowering before a wise fool, struggle fitfully! Long ago it was long-lost -- but presently she is magyckal! Those eternal razors speak violently beside the pain still. Have those eyes outlasted my trees? I struggle hopefully inside the peacefulness. Why, why do I stand lying upon the mountain within the joy? Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.