The temple searching for the authoritarian memory 
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Their orgasmic tornadoes seethe far beyond the vengeance so soon! 
I use the explosion inside the grass of frustration, as ecstatically as their thunderbolt.
 
My reptiles seethe. 
My chaotic ravings weep.
 
A fool is dreaming of their werebeast clutching at a all-knowing storm. 
But at the speed of a memory, the temple of bitterness plots!
 
My temple laughs, lovingly. 
It shrieks at my lover of grief...
 
Did I no longer love a grass? 
I laugh...
 
Familiar feet endure stamping on a memory of righteousness through the revulsion. 
Their claws seethe stretching beneath a garden.
 
Black Heart Of New Jersey

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.