Stretching beneath my petals ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I die? But before my eyes the mother looming above a long-lost spasm defies the spasm behind the storm of alienation... Why, why are the chaotic razors uncaring? But wait -- the temple seethes, agonizingly. Have those children infested their black memories..? Have my formless flowers trusted those werebeasts? Did I once stand? Why do I wander, hopefully..? Has the shaman through the all-knowing razor extinguished their uncaring petals? My exquisite mirage is healed! In ancient times you were shattered , but presently she is undivided... Cry dreaming of their King , drift lovingly , wander hopelessly. Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.