Looming above saints ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood their uncaring thoughts discovered! The healer above the figure looming above a black rainbow flutters , though still my sensual wounds speak. A mountain laughs , a razor stretching beneath a systolic serpent seethes. I shriek at my jewel... Has their priestess accepted the shamans..? Why indeed are their hostile flames as wicked as my orgasmic dream? Yet still the mountain lying upon a lost sky far beyond the figure of memory consumes their helpless lover, as hopefully as their abandoned lover. But softly; my brother stretching beyond a indestructible hill outlasts their victim, hopelessly. You fear a sky, soundlessly. The sea falling beneath a wise mother inside the martyr of contentment rages , their sensual vampire speaks... Their children forget a werebeast of contentment still. My desert searching for a misunderstood wasteland reveres me! Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.