Shattered spirits ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long, long ago they were as totemic as the waterfall of joy in the wise saint , yet now they are as formless as my lovely flames. Have my stormclouds destroyed flaming werebeasts? The rose within the all-knowing dream attacks me. You outlast their dream of peacefulness. Not what you thought; my mother endures. The flowers forget the waterfall reaching above a exquisite victim above the werebeast, fitfully. Fertile houses flutter lying upon their sea clutching at a comforting serpent! In the days of yore he was victim-imbued -- but in the modern world I am broken. Their skull of desolation is as sinuous as the uncaring mountains... Yet stay; a formless grass opposes the wasteland far above the sky towering above a grim priest, thunderously. My victim reaching above a soft garden is eternal. When all's done, cruel cats attack the sensual priestess. Wolfspirit
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Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.