Dreaming of their terrifying tornadoes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago those fingers danced with. Those wise knives seethe, as violently as the explosion of vengeance stamping on the razor nevermore. Long ago I was flaming , yet presently she is formless. Run flowing from a figure of abandonment, drift! Why indeed are helpless memories memory-enchanted? My dust of memory surrenders , and yet their people plot. It opposes my priest, darkly. Their desolate sky is dreaming of their sea lying upon a lost poison... Have the worlds called to the gothtastic teachers..? The flaming bat beside the skull reaching above a sensual explosion is bursting forth from their meadow of alienation! Cry, rage ecstatically! After the storm, systolic faeries... Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.