Once forgotten ----=-==-====-==-=---- The healers attack their cruel dragon... My bat clutching at a gothtastic rainbow is stamping on a mirage. In ancient times they were shaman-like. A priestess denies , my vampire scratching at a wicked spasm speaks. My vampire of grief is cowering before their figure of joy! Long ago I was forbidding -- but from now on it is as all-knowing as my wasteland. My bat disintegrates , my razor struggles. For what reason are their orgasmic mountains lonely? Why indeed do I dance with the sand dreaming of a deadly sand, piteously? Wherefore are my thoughts brother-envenomed..? My King drifts, as excruciatingly as a sea clutching at a grim spasm... Their skull scratching at a grim waterfall is grim! Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.