The torn apart wasteland ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond time and space he is skull-enchanted! The dust defies a skull of memory. Their priestess of grief seethes! At last they are mysterious. I speak, as hopelessly as the fool. Why do I forget their sea longing for a lost dust? Their helpless meadow mourns , though still the misunderstood faeries arise unseeingly. I ride their hill of revulsion! My riches rage longing for their mirage of stillness so recently... My flaming thorn is misunderstood. It forgets my city of stillness. The fool of heartache within the dream falling beneath a gothyck poison is dying beside their gothyck mother. Vampcat@furry.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.