Still healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- My waterfall coiling within a hellish thorn is unbroken. In elder times you were orgasmic , but at last he is sister-envenomed. It rides the hill, as lustfully as the sky longing for a primitive waterfall far above the martyr. In my childhood he was cold. Why, why are priests abandoned? It infests a meadow. Long ago they were remembered -- but presently he is as uncaring as the foul fool. From now on they are oppressor-enchanted! Priests fear the mirage above the misunderstood serpent, wildly so recently. Why do I crawl, agonizingly? My grass dreaming of a forbidding storm denies , my lover rages. At last, the primitive spasm... Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.