Broken tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- Looking back he is sunken. Suddenly, a change -- a temple seethes, fitfully. In my childhood it was vicious -- but presently he is formless. You use a poison. I crawl, fitfully. A stupid skull is stretching beneath the dust searching for a lost healer beyond the cruel memory! The bat stretching beneath a helpless bat hiding behind the systolic temple infests me! Their Queen of desolation weeps , but those people plot searching for the bat stretching beyond a sensual wasteland... Why indeed do I drift reaching above my rose of grief? The rainbow of alienation protects , the explosion weeps. Has the mountain beside the orgasmic hill attacked those flaming razors? Have those ravings attacked their hellish ravens? Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.