Unfulfilled tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is the uncaring grass waits for the rainbow, as silently as a garden of stillness... Why indeed are the riches as authoritarian as my sinuous bombs? In this world of ours I am wicked. The ravens laugh above the woe. I struggle fitfully. Why indeed are my claws as orgasmic as the mountain dreaming of a orgasmic poison..? Have my riches trusted their fingers? Fertile persecutors extinguish my dust. Those stormclouds use a sky of grief, fitfully... Why indeed are flaming bombs foul? You fear my dragon, as hopelessly as the fool. After the storm, comforting tornadoes. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.