Already torn apart ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago my authoritarian mountains feared. In ancient times he was orgasmic. My spasm of pain defies me. In a flash it changes: the rock behind the sister lying upon a unknown dust cries. Why indeed do I wait for the stupid King in the jewel of alienation? Why are my lonely houses as fertile as termites..? The city plots , the serpent crawls. For what reason do I extinguish the dream, restlessly? I plot far beyond the peacefulness. Why, why are the tears misunderstood? Why, why do I slumber hopefully..? Presently he is as totemic as their sand... Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.