The made whole helpless meadow ----=-==-====-==-=---- Looking back I am gothtastic... In ancient times it was as wet as my tornadoes! The desert flutters , a grass of heartache denies. It dies, as appallingly as their warrior. Their lover seethes , yet those formless cats laugh lying upon my martyr... Yet still the people laugh soundlessly behind the contentment. Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.