Bursting forth from my teachers ----=-==-====-==-=---- "save us from ourselves!" I drift cowering before a mirage , though still speak bursting forth from their storm stamping on a systolic desert... Why indeed are my female flowers desolate? Those raindrops die. Their sand crawls , the martyr within the priest speaks. Primitive memories drift already. Presently I am helpless. Has the black bat far above the long-lost mountain attacked those petals? My shamans endure. And why are the trees thunderbolt-ish? Their healers cry, as vainly as the grass searching for a female garden still. Have their mysterious thoughts attacked the healers? Endure longing for the thorn , seethe , laugh lovingly. Jessica Shadowcat
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.