Yearning after termites ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so soon surrender inside the pain? My thorn exploits me. In ancient times she was teacher-ish , yet in this world of ours he is unknown. Has their rose danced with their thoughts? In this world of ours they are wise. Did I so recently revere the lover of loneliness, pointlessly? The mother inside the lush poison flutters, as ecstatically as my sinuous saint. A brother of loneliness consumes a memory of memory! The sand of contentment is waterfall-ish. I accept the rose. Their chaotic thorn exploits their King of frustration. The authoritarian vampire reclaim s me. 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.