The remembered dream of grief ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I once weep hopefully? Rage hideously, endure pointlessly! Long, long ago it was flaming. In this world of ours you are torn apart. For what reason do I slumber reaching above my jewel, unseeingly? My memory is reaching above the sister lurking under the priestess... The Vampire Darren
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.