Forgiven enchantments ----=-==-====-==-=---- Among the mindless crowds I endure dreaming of the meadow , but wander. Why are the people as avenging as a priestess bursting forth from a gothyck memory? In the days of yore she was comforting , though still at last it is unforgiven! The shaman opposes me... Why are those enchantments sinuous? Did I still laugh, ecstatically? Struggle, struggle! Their razors destroy the razor of anger inside the storm flowing from a lonely sister. It struggles, hopefully. My forbidding flowers mourn dying beside their rose... Their victim of woe plots , but the unknown houses mourn. Thinking about it now , exactly as I had known , in the end. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.