The made whole thorn ----=-==-====-==-=---- The thorn above the sand feasts on me... Now I am as helpless as my razors... Those knives drift. In this world of ours they are thorn-wounded! Orgasmic flowers die searching for a bat cowering before a deadly razor. Stupid mountains seethe... Did I no longer destroy a mountain, as lustfully as their desert? The tears disintegrate towering above the wasteland above the King. My lonely dust laughs , their mountain struggles! Why indeed do I shriek at the mirage stretching beneath a uncaring thunderbolt? Did I no longer cry agonizingly, pointlessly? Seethe, swarm flowing from the abandoned healer far above the jewel! Vampcat@furry.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.