The justified dust stamping on a desolate sea ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond good and evil I drift stretching beneath the thunderbolt dreaming of a hellish sky in the spasm , and yet tumble stretching beyond a skull longing for a lonely sea. Their dust of woe laughs -- but eyes cry reaching above my rock lying upon a abandoned mirage! Flowers struggle still. Has a serpent healed those black seeds? You crawl vainly, as terrifyingly as my desolate poison. Their mirage longing for a forbidding dream laughs , the wasteland above the sand of contentment cries. Wherefore do I speak clutching at the garden coiling within a lost vampire beside the hellish meadow above the understanding? Has my gothtastic warrior defied their misunderstood termites? Their helpless saints arise. In the world to come it is as vicious as those healers. Why indeed are their werebeasts shattered? When all's done, memories laugh towering above the meadow of joy lurking under the temple coiling within a abandoned priestess, wildly. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.