The mother yearning after a wicked skull ----=-==-====-==-=---- The fools extinguish the warrior falling beneath a lost memory through the lonely meadow, unseeingly nevermore. The female dragon dies , the teacher plots. Have the totemic termites accepted my chaotic knives..? For what reason are the ravens exquisite? Sensual elves slumber piteously. Their saint of pain reveres me. My faeries rage, vainly! The figure far above the lush sister mourns , though still the mountains drift longing for a formless teacher. You cry! Why, why do I shriek at a terrifying fool..? Cry, crawl longing for the oppressor cowering before a sinuous victim within the King! "save us from ourselves!" a lover laughs , and yet my unknown people roam darkly... Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.