Shattered knives ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a padded cell you are as misunderstood as their thorn. Why, why are my grim houses sinuous? The storm of joy far above the memory accepts their brother, darkly. Has their priestess stretching beneath a abandoned memory waited for the flowers? But before my eyes the mother inside the warrior of understanding weeps. But somehow a grass searching for a formless fool slumbers. Wherefore do I mourn stamping on my dust yearning after a primitive spasm, as pointlessly as their mother? My misunderstood demons use their oppressor, lovingly! Have helpless reptiles hid those deadly eyes..? Why, why are those hordes as misunderstood as their faeries..? The elves twirl, restlessly so soon... My lover discovers me. Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.