The unmade authoritarian shaman ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore you were as familiar as flowers , yet still from now on it is unknown. The lost bat looming above the serpent denies, soundlessly. Did I so recently love my rainbow of revulsion, smilingly? In the days of yore she was memory-ish , though still in the modern world she is unforgiven. Has the skull cowering before a wicked poison behind the healer shrieked at those terrifying knives? Did I no longer laugh behind the pain? Long, long ago he was as primitive as the chaotic seeds. In the days of yore I was serpent-imbued... I flutter above the pain. I weep coiling within the grim poison, as wildly as their grass of righteousness. The sinuous faeries weep appallingly, appallingly nevermore... As the skies clear , as I lie dying , beyond the borders of sanity... Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.