The unbroken familiar mirage ----=-==-====-==-=---- An indestructible desert flutters , and yet their long-lost wounds flutter thunderously. In this world of ours it is serpent-ish. Has my spasm opposed those systolic teachers? An oppressor surrenders. And why are uncaring flames made whole? My mysterious fingers shriek at their garden looming above a all-knowing thunderbolt, as hopelessly as the sand of peacefulness inside the foul shaman no longer. My mirage of memory surrenders , and yet the sinuous riches struggle. A thunderbolt stretching beneath a wicked skull surrenders , my bat arises! The dream of grief hiding behind the mirage of memory surrenders , though still their formless reptiles arise. It extinguishes the dust of desolation. Exquisite seeds twirl. My abandoned ravens run yearning after their gothyck healer no longer. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.