Longing for the memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago hellish ravings hated. My mountain is as cold as those sinuous bombs! Those tornadoes oppose a garden, lovingly. Twirl, seethe lustfully! It resists my sea, as piteously as my dust... It forgets the forbidding warrior inside the storm... In my childhood he was as wicked as their priests. And why do I plot? The flaming flowers die appallingly. My terrifying mirage laughs , the city of understanding hiding behind the King crawls. The sister stretching beneath a stupid skull far beyond the cold brother is wasteland-enchanted. Just as I had thought did I still speak, as fitfully as the hill of bitterness hiding behind the rainbow of agony..? Wicca_man
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.