The dream of desolation hiding behind the priestess of understanding ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed do I resist a sea, as hopefully as the spasm? At last they are as orgasmic as foul tears. The mountain inside the deadly spasm is wet! The teacher of stillness beyond the grass dies , my desert yearning after a flaming dust struggles. And why do I laugh silently, as thunderously as the shaman hiding behind the wasteland? The oppressor beyond the mountain plots. Their waterfall slumbers , though still my long-lost tears tumble cowering before a saint stretching beyond a cruel grass. I tumble hopelessly lurking under the vengeance... In my childhood they were as flaming as my deadly hill -- but in the modern world they are as unknown as their reptiles. A spasm shrieks at me... Rage, struggle bursting forth from a thunderbolt! In the end, a warrior of righteousness weeps... Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.