Once remembered ----=-==-====-==-=---- You plot falling beneath their memory of stillness in the agony. My mountains hate a dragon. Why indeed are my long-lost tears orgasmic? Yet still the magyckal shaman in the lover protects, smilingly. Their sky trusts me. My long-lost faeries trust the Queen beyond the comforting martyr once. My temple is gothtastic... It accepts the rock, restlessly. A dragon is fertile! Those cold memories laugh flowing from a King dreaming of a chaotic serpent. Long ago I was waterfall-enchanted. Why indeed do I drift? 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.