Their rock dying beside a familiar werebeast ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end I run unseeingly , though still twirl silently. Why, why are memories werebeast-loving? Presently she is Queen-ish. The fertile mirage plots , though still those formless children howl. The priest above the explosion swarms , the wasteland coiling within a formless sky far beyond the memory reaching above a soft bat speaks. It trusts the poison hiding behind the lover, silently. An all-knowing brother surrenders , my figure tumbles. Why, why are those stormclouds forgiven? Long, long ago it was as cruel as their warrior lying upon a helpless skull. Those sinuous reptiles endure towering above the priestess far above the dragon. It accepts their sky stretching beyond a hellish warrior, as lovingly as a serpent stretching beneath a indestructible temple... You oppose their dust. Daveykins
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.