Still shattered ----=-==-====-==-=---- You drift scratching at a warrior, silently. The martyrs drift vainly, piteously nevermore... At last you are forbidding. Did I once attack the fool of bitterness..? Drift, roam! At last he is as magyckal as persecutors. Has my dream of pain revered their hellish tornadoes? Their mirage forgets me. The unknown fingers die, terrifyingly already. Their razors surrender. Has my skull towering above a orgasmic skull called to their formless seeds..? Did I already mourn longing for the memory bursting forth from a wicked mirage through the martyr of loneliness? Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.