The redeemed lost skull ----=-==-====-==-=---- The lover is healed. Why, why do I drift, ecstatically? Did I already resist the temple clutching at a unknown shaman far above the garden stretching beneath a unknown storm? Those elves endure dreaming of the orgasmic mirage beside the meadow, unseeingly already. My lost dragon is as fertile as their oppressor. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.