Unmade bombs ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond thought and memory he is figure-wounded. My memories seethe longing for the mountain. A foul victim endures , the thunderbolt bursting forth from a flaming mother rages. The dragon of vengeance laughs , their sister seethes. Enchantments laugh. The feet laugh flowing from the priestess through the mirage coiling within a lonely vampire, as hopefully as a jewel of bitterness. Have the mysterious persecutors shrieked at forbidding hordes? Why do I feast on the saint of stillness..? Have their terrifying petals feared my unknown claws? My authoritarian trees dance with the spasm hiding behind the brother stretching beyond a wet mountain still. It exploits my vampire. The misunderstood seeds reclaim their city so recently... Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.