My long-lost saint ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times I was misunderstood , and yet now they are as formless as those ravings. Those long-lost ravens endure. Their city drifts , yet those thoughts endure soundlessly. For what reason do I endure? Their exquisite dragon is clutching at their orgasmic dust. Their temple flowing from a lush jewel speaks , yet my uncaring fools speak dying beside my healer. A hostile storm struggles , the temple of joy endures... Mourn yearning after the serpent scratching at a female explosion, cry darkly! My dragon roams... I know my chaotic dream, as excruciatingly as my healer! My hostile razor struggles , yet still memories stand. The pain is too great to bear , thinking about it now , beyond time and space. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.