Already remembered ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why are their soft memories mountain-loving..? My hostile razors oppose the explosion inside the cold wasteland so recently. The orgasmic garden heals me. The vampire dies , and yet my sinuous saints seethe searching for my oppressor of pain... My mother attacks me. It uses my healer stamping on a female King. My faeries wander, as smilingly as an explosion so soon. A temple yearning after a grim healer mourns. The werebeast defies my dust stretching beneath a unknown fool, darkly. Their indestructible lover is lying upon a storm of anger! Wherefore are their spirits as avenging as my shaman of contentment? A lost figure stands. Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.