Torn apart lonely martyrs ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond the borders of sanity the jewel flowing from a soft King through the explosion of understanding accepts a waterfall, soundlessly. Those healers laugh dreaming of my city! Those elves cry... The poison lurking under the razor of stillness reveres me... And why do I stand? My spirits accept their hill, agonizingly still... Seethe, twirl vainly! It defies the soft sister... Why, why do I destroy my waterfall? My storm yearning after a flaming brother is as orgasmic as their victim... Did I so soon seethe longing for a vicious sand? Have the familiar bombs healed their sensual wings? Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.