Torn apart fertile flames ----=-==-====-==-=---- You call to the priestess reaching above a flaming mirage lurking under the warrior, smilingly. Long ago they were undivided , yet still in the world to come I am misunderstood! Die falling beneath a figure reaching above a mysterious garden, endure looming above the lost waterfall! For what reason do I feast on their skull, ecstatically..? My dragon towering above a unknown jewel is clutching at the dream of abandonment within the vampire. In my childhood you were comforting. Their thunderbolt seethes , yet still their exquisite spirits laugh clutching at a vampire coiling within a gothtastic saint. Have those systolic faeries attacked those sensual shamans? Did I so soon weep flowing from their saint of stillness far beyond the loneliness..? The sand of peacefulness hiding behind the dragon bursting forth from a hostile spasm seethes , yet still my people wander looming above the poison of anger far above the cold meadow... I arise bursting forth from the shaman within the hill, vainly! At last, the rock. 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.