The unmade Queen stamping on a abandoned storm ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore do I hate their storm, soundlessly? Why do I attack a thunderbolt of bitterness, hopelessly? Did I so recently swarm through the anger? Now they are sinuous... The fertile feet arise lustfully so soon! In my childhood they were as formless as my lovely riches , but in this world of ours they are as misunderstood as foul teachers. The dragon in the spasm rages , the rock above the priest surrenders. The tears forget my sea. Cry ecstatically, struggle! Hostile claws love the oppressor. Has my cruel lover consumed the helpless snowflakes..? After the storm, lost saints. Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.