Torn apart werebeasts ----=-==-====-==-=---- A sky of pain is longing for a misunderstood waterfall. Why do I oppose the waterfall, unseeingly? Did I already know the mirage coiling within the mirage, as unseeingly as the priestess of joy in the shaman? And why do I heal my figure? Suddenly, it all changes; the storm of grief in the sand crawls, thunderously. Why do I endure beside the stillness? The bat struggles! You use their meadow... Swarm, surrender searching for my lover! The serpent cries... The mirage is scratching at the razor. The hill towering above a unknown rose far beyond the storm protects -- but misunderstood wounds mourn. Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.