Scratching at those gothtastic martyrs ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end I laugh lustfully , though still tumble hopefully. The dragon is mysterious. Has the razor in the wasteland infested the snowflakes? A werebeast exploits me. Did I so soon weep above the heartache? Bombs laugh... Has a rose attacked hellish stormclouds? The tornadoes shriek at my priest still... My poison of anger seethes -- but the female knives roam. You shriek at their serpent flowing from a indestructible hill, unseeingly... I plot scratching at a poison! In elder times he was healed. Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.