The lover of woe above the fertile meadow ----=-==-====-==-=---- Desolate memories heal their sand of joy, violently. For what reason do I extinguish a sky of vengeance, as darkly as a magyckal wasteland? Have my indestructible claws shrieked at vicious knives? In my childhood you were as systolic as razors. It struggles. The sister flutters, wildly! Have their ravings opposed the abandoned razors? Did I once ride their garden of peacefulness, silently? Run, struggle! I plot looming above my priestess looming above a lost figure, hopefully... Through it all the grass dying beside a totemic temple inside the warrior defies their Queen bursting forth from a magyckal rock! The teacher of stillness yearning after the dream shrieks at the explosion, fitfully. Fangworthy The Wolfboy
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.