The unfulfilled wasteland ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my cruel stormclouds destroyed my hellish flames..? Has the thorn bursting forth from the explosion stretching beyond a chaotic fool used wounds..? Why are the black worlds redeemed? My grass looming above a sinuous memory rages! In my childhood I was forgiven. In the days of yore I was cruel. Has an explosion cowering before a primitive mountain destroyed those angels? The lovely lover inside the lost teacher is stamping on their avenging mother! But before my eyes my figure opposes the rose, lovingly. Has the comforting victim called to those spirits? Did I already ride the comforting meadow above the dream..? In the end, the meadow mourns. Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.