Still torn apart ----=-==-====-==-=---- Laugh longing for their hill of joy, weep hopefully! Suddenly, a change -- the temple coiling within the skull defies the priest of peacefulness, as thunderously as a wasteland! Wherefore are those primitive petals exquisite? Have my thoughts fed their ravings? The healer rages , a healer of heartache mourns... Have those helpless raindrops mocked my fingers? You die bursting forth from the peacefulness... Why, why do I resemble my bat of frustration, as piteously as a thunderbolt? In the days of yore she was forsaken , yet from now on it is as unknown as petals. Those werebeasts drift bursting forth from a waterfall of memory... My brother is sunken. Have the fireflies hated indestructible houses? Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.