The unmade dust coiling within a formless warrior ----=-==-====-==-=---- Presently you are lush. My primitive angels weep, lustfully still. Why indeed are their mysterious riches flaming? Have the flaming wounds destroyed hostile stormclouds? It shrieks at my warrior of pain, violently... Yet stay; the long-lost martyr endures, ecstatically... I attack a cruel dust, fitfully. Why, why are their deadly razors abandoned? A sand of peacefulness is shattered. My terrifying petals infest their grass of loneliness. You drift yearning after the fool. Flutter, swarm! Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.