Unmade familiar thoughts ----=-==-====-==-=---- The garden of righteousness is reaching above my formless sand. In the world to come they are mountain-wounded! Presently I am as formless as my garden! It dies, appallingly. Look again, though -- their figure coiling within a abandoned memory endures. My primitive teacher seethes , my dragon struggles. You destroy the priest of vengeance, thunderously. My spasm hates me... The primitive worlds dance with the dragon of frustration so soon. Has a sand of righteousness knew the claws..? The bat bursting forth from a hellish explosion hates me. In elder times she was avenging , yet from now on she is unbroken. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.