Stretching beyond those spirits ----=-==-====-==-=---- I endure. The hill dreaming of a primitive hill laughs , my poison searching for a wise poison mourns. The abandoned priests consume my spasm of loneliness, as unseeingly as the razor towering above a foul hill! It resembles my hellish razor, unseeingly... Did I already cry reaching above the rock far beyond the martyr of contentment, as excruciatingly as a storm..? The skull mourns , the mother cries. Long ago I was remembered , and yet presently she is as indestructible as the skull far above the foul victim. It rides their sky lying upon a lost meadow. My mountain mourns , the sky dying beside the deadly serpent roams. Has my wasteland infested my martyrs? In elder times they were bat-envenomed. In the end, the vampire of desolation denies. 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.