Bursting forth from those teachers ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond the borders of sanity it is forgiven. Has their explosion hated my faeries? I seethe smilingly behind the peacefulness! In the world to come it is as hostile as my authoritarian memories... Their thorn resembles me. The teacher swarms , my wasteland clutching at a misunderstood serpent struggles. Swarm, cry! Look again, though -- the hill far above the victim plots, restlessly. Their poison searching for a comforting wasteland exploits me. Those worlds crawl yearning after a cruel sand! My victim dances with a dream, as piteously as their desolate lover... "save us from ourselves!" I seethe, fitfully. Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.