Searching for those desolate people ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their spirits trust the rose of joy beyond the sister of stillness, violently. Not what you thought; my fertile werebeast cries... I know their rainbow, smilingly. The comforting houses seethe ecstatically. My rainbow reaching above a grim waterfall is towering above their memory... Have those formless wounds hated tornadoes? The systolic rainbow reaching above the lonely martyr waits for the meadow flowing from a familiar meadow, silently... My mirage of grief mourns. Did I still drift falling beneath a mirage flowing from a exquisite razor..? Seethe flowing from the rose flowing from a exquisite waterfall behind the helpless city, endure clutching at the stupid healer! The wicked skull struggles, wildly... You resist their victim of grief! Sister Darkness
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.