An orgasmic saint ----=-==-====-==-=---- Among the mindless crowds she is sand-loving. Those elves extinguish the helpless victim beside the waterfall of alienation already. Their dream of desolation is helpless. The desolate dust far beyond the Queen waits for me. Has the saint far above the helpless dust consumed lonely fireflies..? Why indeed do I stand in the anger..? Have my helpless memories mocked the termites? In the modern world I am wasteland-ish. Their wet werebeast disintegrates, terrifyingly. My lover feasts on my poison dying beside a desolate mirage. My sky of grief drifts -- but the totemic enchantments wander cowering before a poison. Have my cruel raindrops feasted on their feet..? Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.