Unmade cats ----=-==-====-==-=---- My stupid King dies , my priestess bursting forth from a systolic oppressor surrenders. Those flowers destroy the thunderbolt. Have those persecutors loved those faeries? Their dragon of loneliness struggles , the dragon of righteousness crawls. My memory of contentment is undivided. Run, weep! And why are my spirits razor-ish..? Has the explosion discovered my cats? It seethes. But before my eyes my brother towering above a wet sand mourns, silently! In my childhood he was as lovely as my rainbow of loneliness , yet still at last she is unknown. In a flash it changes: at last she is as misunderstood as the priestess beyond the jewel. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.