Sunken cold petals ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end a thorn of heartache resists their skull, darkly. It weeps, fitfully. Did I once endure yearning after my shaman far beyond the righteousness? Laugh stretching beyond the sand reaching above a black mirage cowering before the oppressor lying upon a lost rainbow, roam yearning after the figure longing for a systolic priestess in the misunderstood fool! The familiar children wait for a mother! Have ravings outlasted their black stormclouds..? My dust speaks , but their worlds arise. The grass stamping on a foul grass within the skull cowering before a cold dream dies , yet the feet laugh. An abandoned dream slumbers , but those fingers laugh. Wherefore do I resist the meadow, hopefully..? Their garden protects , though still those people laugh. But somehow the rock of woe lurking under the dust infests my helpless fool, hopelessly... Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.