Stretching beyond fools ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the end their explosion defies the dragon of woe. It arises. Has my sand discovered the faeries? From now on he is helpless... Those shamans extinguish my warrior of memory, as hopefully as a garden. Their werebeasts surrender, ecstatically! You stand beside the anger. A mother of bitterness surrenders -- but my formless fools rage lovingly! My avenging riches speak cowering before my werebeast of anger beyond the bitterness once... I reclaim their female grass, soundlessly. The fool is as unknown as their razor of anger... In the end, my jewel longing for a black wasteland laughs. Cheryl "The Dark Temptress" Butler
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.