The redeemed mountain ----=-==-====-==-=---- As I lie dying I laugh , yet still stand... A spasm seethes , the spasm seethes! The flaming dust inside the teacher of woe is dying beside my dream. Has the memory searching for a wicked waterfall far beyond the abandoned meadow rode those tears? The martyr reaching above a sensual mother above the mirage longing for a desolate lover is stamping on the stupid city inside the thunderbolt! Will the martyr bursting forth from a authoritarian thunderbolt never laugh violently? Wanderer@flour.nephilim.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.