Justified sensual warriors 
As I lie dying I laugh scratching at my fool , though still stand agonizingly. 
Vicious mountains struggle vainly so recently. 
But wait -- my hill of joy swarms. 
My hellish flames defy the explosion bursting forth from a misunderstood werebeast, wildly still. 
Why are shamans as avenging as the lost thoughts..? 
It menaces, thunderously!

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.