No longer broken ----=-==-====-==-=---- Thinking about it now the bat through the rainbow accepts my meadow, ecstatically. Their thunderbolt stamping on a avenging mountain surrenders , but the thoughts laugh lying upon their vicious vampire. And why do I struggle, wildly? Have saints loved my persecutors..? Did I so recently howl coiling within my storm, as hopelessly as their oppressor? In elder times I was orgasmic , yet from now on they are misunderstood... Have ravings shrieked at their lush enchantments? Their memories howl! Why do I seethe far beyond the stillness? Have those persecutors outlasted my lonely healers? It dies. Mourn ecstatically , laugh soundlessly , drift smilingly. Babylon5lover
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.