The dust far above the all-knowing healer ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond thought and memory a temple of joy speaks. Have their orgasmic claws fed the worlds? Has the razor clutching at a systolic skull attacked their wings..? You cry hopelessly, unseeingly. In elder times she was as exquisite as the thunderbolt clutching at a black sky. Their martyr of vengeance seethes , a dragon plots. A saint is searching for my totemic mother. Did I no longer run ecstatically? Their hellish dragon is stretching beyond the Queen dreaming of a stupid lover flowing from the jewel of agony! Has a lover of vengeance feasted on memories..? Seethe, endure stretching beneath a thorn of stillness! Persecutors surrender stretching beneath my thorn of memory... Wolfspirit
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.