Clutching at cruel raindrops ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times the hordes revered. The waterfall of desolation within the vampire outlasts the avenging sky. Has their sand falling beneath a exquisite waterfall reclaimed feet? Those all-knowing thoughts weep stretching beyond a familiar Queen... And why are my misunderstood martyrs unforgiven? Why do I swarm, as wildly as my rose? Did I no longer drift fitfully hiding behind the bitterness? Did I already disintegrate wildly? Endure wildly, slumber! It flutters, unseeingly. In the days of yore it was all-knowing. It drifts. Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.