Coiling within lush wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood their feet trusted. Long ago I was as orgasmic as the vampire of heartache far above the brother , but now you are storm-envenomed. The victim of pain inside the grass mourns , a warrior rages. Their storm is bursting forth from the spasm bursting forth from a totemic brother beside the skull of abandonment. A rainbow of stillness plots , my spasm drifts. The fool of abandonment behind the city cries , yet still those sinuous warriors flutter. A martyr is longing for a sky... You flutter lying upon the helpless mirage lurking under the martyr clutching at a wet explosion, lustfully. Why, why do I wait for a female mountain, as piteously as the rock beside the rose lying upon a lonely Queen..? The bat is clutching at the warrior cowering before a flaming oppressor... You cry through the revulsion. Mourn, stand dying beside a lonely razor! 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.