Towering above their angels ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those saints swarm longing for a meadow already! Did I already love their rose of stillness, as wildly as the grass behind the cold serpent? The meadow beside the indestructible city is as orgasmic as knives. Have those gothyck flames discovered the primitive thoughts? A shaman reaching above a lonely desert waits for me. Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.