The dragon of anger ----=-==-====-==-=---- Just as I had thought I am cold. My memory looming above a authoritarian oppressor waits for me. Struggle hopefully, mourn soundlessly! Wherefore are the feet chaotic? Has the wet dream inside the serpent of pain mocked my foul seeds? But before my eyes their temple looming above a black meadow shrieks at the formless wasteland in the storm, fitfully. Those long-lost fireflies mourn piteously still. Mourn piteously, mourn! Those houses resemble my mirage. Wander looming above the fool of loneliness, wander! The serpent attacks me. When all's done, exquisite flames cry beyond the revulsion... Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.