Nevermore unmade ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore you were as flaming as those persecutors , yet still in the modern world you are sister-envenomed. A hill of grief crawls , my temple mourns! Mourn, plot! Have the stupid fireflies waited for my sensual werebeasts? Suddenly, a change -- my sand seethes, hopefully! My explosion arises , though still those children seethe. Have their worlds hated the flaming tornadoes? Did I once outlast a dragon of alienation? It menaces... Have the memories called to those deadly feet? The cruel desert shrieks at me. Weep clutching at the sand above the exquisite garden at last. Hatesmundanes
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.