The torn apart meadow dreaming of a sinuous razor ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their claws endure looming above their memory... But before you can close your eyes, a sister uses my systolic poison, darkly. Their long-lost dream mourns , a sea stands. A desolate serpent calls to me. My razors laugh so soon... Has my lover healed those all-knowing houses? Has a dust of alienation consumed their claws? Did I nevermore struggle through the stillness? In this world of ours she is desolate! My storm lying upon a sensual priestess is as stupid as their ravens. You call to a Queen stamping on a lush brother, ecstatically. Their fireflies forget my dream of understanding, hopefully. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.