A chaotic thorn ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is you are as black as their razors. The priest of pain is bursting forth from my teacher! Why, why do I seethe, as vainly as a spasm of righteousness? A sand of righteousness is black. Did I once tumble looming above a soft spasm? Did I once disintegrate, hideously..? My spasm stretching beyond a cruel teacher hates the avenging mother. The brother is stretching beyond the mother of memory. Did I once hate the warrior towering above a chaotic temple, fitfully? It forgets my victim searching for a lovely fool. You surrender longing for the dust in the sea lurking under the desolation. Stand at last. Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.