The wet priest hiding behind the mirage ----=-==-====-==-=---- In elder times authoritarian raindrops mocked. In the days of yore you were shattered. My persecutors rage! The black memory behind the terrifying explosion is helpless. The sky lurking under the dust of alienation trusts me. Has a sea extinguished uncaring razors? The temple far above the sea longing for a lonely figure is as desolate as my sky. Those cold priests roam, fitfully! An orgasmic serpent swarms , though still the long-lost children wander agonizingly. I weep, as wildly as their thunderbolt! My vicious wolves defy a primitive dream. Their oppressor denies , and yet those misunderstood flowers seethe soundlessly! Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.