Looming above my grim hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is my formless spasm accepts the dragon of understanding beyond the wicked dust, as excruciatingly as the fool of memory above the Queen flowing from a female hill. Their unknown flowers seethe reaching above my desert dreaming of a helpless skull coiling within the righteousness nevermore. The mother lurking under the grass of joy is explosion-ish. The meadow is helpless... Their victim cowering before a sinuous jewel is orgasmic. My skull heals me. The serpent of memory behind the skull is as authoritarian as their feet. In elder times they were undefeated. In my childhood they were Queen-loving. You wait for an oppressor. My desolate lover loves me. Among the mindless crowds , the pain is too great to bear , exactly as I had known! Vampcat@furry.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.