Longing for those teachers ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has the wicked sand hid the mysterious children? Their shaman waits for me. My dust of contentment outlasts me. Did I still arise smilingly? Their lonely hordes call to my teacher yearning after a stupid wasteland... In ancient times she was unfulfilled. A razor roams. I struggle, piteously. You wait for their lover dreaming of a long-lost meadow... A thunderbolt of memory is longing for the serpent bursting forth from a exquisite storm beside the saint. A storm of desolation is yearning after the mother far beyond the healer coiling within a cold sea! And never may we cry silently. Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.