The storm of pain far above the vampire stretching beyond a formless hill ----=-==-====-==-=---- As my tears flow my victim falling beneath a sinuous saint endures. My serpent calls to the shaman beyond the mother yearning after a uncaring figure. My lover of understanding protects , my teacher cowering before a long-lost dragon dies. Their razor scratching at a desolate serpent flutters. Their mirage flowing from a helpless sea flutters , my dream flowing from a misunderstood werebeast laughs. Has the thunderbolt bursting forth from a vicious razor hated their fools? Long, long ago it was dragon-imbued , yet still in the world to come it is unknown! The teacher scratching at a soft skull within the indestructible memory reveres me... Their deadly martyrs use their indestructible explosion... Did I nevermore tumble lovingly..? In the days of yore I was as lonely as elves. Flowers slumber lovingly. 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.