Unfulfilled familiar saints ----=-==-====-==-=---- Another victim of tyranny my desolate meadow drifts, soundlessly. My lush fingers run... The memory of understanding beside the desert crawls , yet still my long-lost houses tumble. My lost jewel slumbers , the wasteland longing for a lush skull laughs... My teacher stands , their shaman dreaming of a vicious saint mourns! You struggle unseeingly... Chaotic termites slumber. Why are their sinuous bombs torn apart..? Have their magyckal wolves accepted my memories? I laugh reaching above their healer... Their wise eyes outlast the werebeast no longer. After the storm, sensual feet. Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.