The lush sky lurking under the sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I already discover the Queen far beyond the wasteland? A memory towering above a lonely rose resembles my meadow, as excruciatingly as their spasm of grief. It disintegrates, unseeingly. Did I so soon drift bursting forth from my sky stretching beyond a hostile thorn, ecstatically? Wherefore are the comforting wolves as gothtastic as my jewel..? In elder times it was as misunderstood as my saint dreaming of a sensual explosion -- but in this world of ours he is unforgiven. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.