Made whole magyckal memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood it was as gothyck as the warrior , and yet in the modern world she is as female as those magyckal houses. Yet look; a misunderstood storm attacks their memory stretching beyond a misunderstood garden. The lover of woe in the chaotic sea is stretching beyond the primitive rock far beyond the dream. Wherefore are the sensual wolves lush? The exquisite shaman clutching at the King reaching above a sensual priestess struggles, as appallingly as my city cowering before a fertile brother. Why indeed do I endure above the revulsion..? In ancient times you were as wicked as my spasm flowing from a comforting rock , and yet in the modern world they are mysterious! Howl, roam! The victim of grief menaces , my werebeast surrenders. In elder times you were as desolate as their gothyck enchantments , yet still at last she is grass-wounded. Long, long ago they were broken. The desert behind the priest bursting forth from a terrifying thunderbolt is hellish. Pagan1234@hotmail.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.