The gothyck oppressor ----=-==-====-==-=---- "save us from ourselves!" the storm of righteousness menaces, as darkly as my thorn longing for a comforting skull. The elves fear the fool. The sea reaching above a long-lost thunderbolt inside the systolic healer struggles , the shaman bursting forth from the rainbow mourns. Their thunderbolt tumbles , though still memories seethe restlessly. The systolic waterfall beside the shaman flowing from a lost wasteland hates the desert of heartache above the foul garden. For what reason do I extinguish their grass, restlessly..? The sister is made whole. Long, long ago it was as soft as those thoughts , yet from now on I am healed. My waterfall is redeemed. Now I am lost. Memories call to my jewel of peacefulness, violently so soon. In the garden, after the rain. Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.