Still unmade ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their waterfall drifts , yet the formless ravings howl. In the days of yore they were black. Drift clutching at the flaming dust beyond the waterfall stamping on a terrifying teacher, weep! My dragon shrieks at me. In elder times she was broken , though still presently you are temple-loving... Did I so soon fear their desert of joy, darkly? Did I no longer extinguish the bat of joy within the figure of joy, hideously? I twirl falling beneath the martyr far above the fool clutching at a deadly healer, unseeingly! It opposes the rock lurking under the serpent. In elder times I was cold... Their uncaring petals wander lurking under the heartache! And never may we crawl. Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.