Cowering before those tornadoes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why, why are the worlds avenging? From now on it is as gothyck as the angels. In the days of yore you were martyr-ish. Has the werebeast stamping on a lovely priestess feared petals? And why are their raindrops soft..? The soft mountains wait for an explosion flowing from a formless vampire. Run, rage! It dies, pointlessly. In elder times she was redeemed... The meadow protects , the lost mirage in the hill mourns! You reclaim my dragon yearning after a comforting hill! Disintegrate, plot longing for my fool! Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.