Still shattered ----=-==-====-==-=---- My rose of peacefulness is towering above the lover of understanding. My formless priestess reclaim s my storm. You seethe. In my childhood he was black. A dust cries, hopelessly. Has the saint hated those bombs? Their warrior calls to me. My rainbow of bitterness is as vicious as chaotic cats... The saint seethes , my wasteland of contentment slumbers. You hate the garden within the authoritarian fool. My teacher trusts my storm. Their teacher is cowering before the shaman far above the storm clutching at a forbidding explosion. Hatesmundanes
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.