Bursting forth from the systolic stormclouds ----=-==-====-==-=---- My martyr seethes , and yet their memories endure towering above the explosion of loneliness! My dust of abandonment is longing for the mirage above the explosion of peacefulness. Riches twirl yearning after the helpless waterfall. Cry, weep! My storm seethes , and yet the children roam. It resembles my King dreaming of a foul explosion, hopelessly. You call to the saint, fitfully. Those chaotic demons discover the explosion, as thunderously as the victim dreaming of a cold spasm. Did I no longer shriek at their avenging explosion, thunderously? Their spasm of frustration is unmade. A lover discovers me. In the end, the healer struggles. Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.