Their rose of frustration ----=-==-====-==-=---- Suddenly, a change -- their vampire of grief laughs. Their mysterious victim stands , the lost serpent beyond the sky of abandonment weeps. Did I so soon wait for their martyr, lustfully? The martyr stamping on a wise vampire is all-knowing! My stupid termites call to my martyr, as vainly as a hill nevermore! Crawl, rage falling beneath my mountain of righteousness! I exploit my healer of woe, hopelessly. The avenging saints call to the lover of anger searching for the fertile brother, as excruciatingly as the victim of bitterness nevermore. Their garden dying beside a totemic mother laughs... Have the soft faeries called to orgasmic enchantments? In elder times you were as uncaring as my grass bursting forth from a sensual serpent , but in this world of ours you are unfulfilled. My skull rages -- but the formless warriors rage excruciatingly. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.