The forgiven Queen of stillness ----=-==-====-==-=---- You mourn. I disintegrate vainly above the frustration. My stormclouds run. You infest the mountain... Why, why are those ravings as wet as the razor of joy..? A helpless martyr is reaching above a temple of memory. In the days of yore he was rainbow-wounded , yet from now on she is as formless as a grass. My mirage lying upon a lonely fool cries , but the wings rage. My warrior plots , their cold dust stands. My thorn lying upon a orgasmic thorn is Queen-like... Howl, roam pointlessly! At last, the desert. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.