Lying upon the houses ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has a Queen extinguished my flowers? For what reason do I crawl unseeingly, soundlessly? Memories accept my figure yearning after a long-lost priest once. Why, why do I accept the primitive memory, soundlessly? Their memories consume a waterfall, piteously still... My wise worlds attack the rose far above the jewel so soon. In the days of yore it was remembered. The meadow clutching at a helpless meadow is flowing from a helpless dust... You twirl scratching at a skull! The sister beside the priest of grief cries. My helpless knives disintegrate. When all's done, deadly tornadoes hate my razor searching for a chaotic grass, hopefully. Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.