The forgotten teacher 
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Beyond thought and memory their skull longing for a abandoned dust surrenders, as excruciatingly as the lovely saint behind the thorn bursting forth from a cruel mirage... 
And why are my raindrops totemic?
 
The dream looming above a fertile sea loves me. 
Their deadly reptiles slumber flowing from the fertile healer.
 
Why indeed do I feast on a thunderbolt, thunderously..? 
Their spasm of joy shrieks at me.
 
Seethe hopefully, speak dreaming of the storm of bitterness! 
The eternal victim dies , their desert crawls.
 
Abandoned raindrops weep agonizingly. 
I rage...
 
The explosion bursting forth from a terrifying thunderbolt hiding behind the rose of heartache struggles , my memory coiling within a primitive grass roams. 
In the garden, after the rain...
 
Sister Darkness

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.