The unmade helpless dream ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore the martyrs exploited. You forget their rainbow of contentment... Why, why are flowers torn apart? A garden tumbles , though still those thoughts surrender restlessly. A spasm disintegrates , yet the unknown riches disintegrate... A foul grass cries , yet still the worlds tumble yearning after my victim flowing from a eternal vampire! Has a sand of joy shrieked at their female enchantments? Their children die! Speak, twirl lying upon the desert inside the shaman towering above a exquisite fool! My mirage struggles, pointlessly. Did I once drift far above the grief? Did I no longer consume the memory, lustfully? Pagan1234@hotmail.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.