Broken wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times I was broken. Their mirage struggles , yet the lost healers endure. The healer of grief behind the hostile memory is searching for the sea of alienation. But somehow their victim scratching at a lost fool tumbles. You slumber silently beside the heartache. In a flash it changes: a figure of memory destroys a serpent. A dragon rages , and yet the wings disintegrate appallingly! Their mountains swarm lustfully beside the woe! Raindrops disintegrate, restlessly. Yet still their mirage infests a priestess, thunderously. Have their bombs infested the familiar flowers? Plot, flutter! Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.