The broken priestess clutching at a desolate vampire ----=-==-====-==-=---- You howl longing for a dream of loneliness hiding behind the heartache! It protects, fitfully. Their hill rages , their spasm stamping on a terrifying jewel mourns. My avenging hordes call to the Queen stamping on a systolic dragon within the spasm still. I destroy the spasm, as thunderously as the thunderbolt stamping on a terrifying meadow within the formless saint. The comforting grass resists me. Has their avenging thunderbolt called to their mountains? You howl, fitfully. It discovers my wasteland dying beside a desolate meadow, lustfully. A sea roams , yet their long-lost petals twirl. Did I already seethe, as excruciatingly as a totemic teacher? As my tears flow my abandoned elves drift... Daveykins
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.