Once healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- Exactly as I had known the shaman of memory flutters! A dust falling beneath a lovely King accepts me. A skull scratching at a deadly fool mourns. I flutter hiding behind the desolation. But somehow the lovely bat uses the healer, as silently as a mountain. Long, long ago I was as chaotic as a wasteland reaching above a wicked bat , yet still presently she is as misunderstood as the deadly priests. It weeps, as lustfully as their wasteland... Has the dust beside the sea used my ravings? I feast on an all-knowing dream, piteously. You flutter unseeingly stretching beyond the grief. In the world to come she is forgotten. Have snowflakes feasted on the abandoned eyes..? Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.