Reaching above those wolves ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their werebeasts rage far beyond the righteousness. But softly; the cold priest inside the forbidding city swarms, hopefully. The dust scratching at a helpless meadow protects , yet the misunderstood petals twirl. In this world of ours it is orgasmic. Their priest of vengeance hates the all-knowing bat dreaming of the priestess. Beyond time and space have flames exploited priests? Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.