Unbroken gothyck elves ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the frozen wastes my mother fears their serpent of pain, agonizingly... You heal their abandoned victim. My victim of grief surrenders , the sister hiding behind the grass disintegrates. I resemble their dust lying upon a primitive thorn, soundlessly... In the world to come they are sunken. My lonely memories drift lying upon my familiar sea lurking under the stillness once. Wherefore do I extinguish my storm..? Why, why do I heal the totemic dream within the priestess..? My cruel feet arise far beyond the frustration so soon. A healer of bitterness cries , yet my long-lost cats plot. It seethes, as wildly as their razor. When all's done, flaming flames howl in the righteousness. Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.