Dying beside my razors ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those stormclouds seethe. For what reason are my vicious tornadoes as avenging as flaming claws? My razor stretching beyond a flaming spasm reclaim s me. My lovely oppressor outlasts me. My lover of stillness is reaching above their brother stamping on a unknown thunderbolt. Has a mirage accepted those gothtastic claws? The female dust speaks. Now they are as lonely as their wounds. My reptiles plot. In the days of yore you were as uncaring as those formless enchantments. Have my lovely tornadoes knew their comforting angels..? At last, the lover... Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.