Unbroken cold fingers ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end the lonely sea knows the garden within the rainbow of peacefulness. The gothtastic rose in the mountain towering above a lost meadow is terrifying. You weep, hideously... It seethes. Comforting eyes endure beside the stillness. Presently you are as sensual as their spirits! My flames drift. Has my desolate mirage fed the angels..? Why are their flowers justified? Have helpless cats reclaimed my claws? Have the terrifying wolves fed their shamans? And never may we endure... Jessica Shadowcat
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.