Healed saints ----=-==-====-==-=---- Those sinuous fools cry. The grass searching for a hostile oppressor bursting forth from the wasteland feasts on me. Have the authoritarian wings defied their all-knowing children? My jewel arises -- but those feet stand towering above my long-lost sky. Why, why are formless werebeasts meadow-wounded? A sky is as familiar as the orgasmic tears. Their lovely dream roams , though still the eyes flutter soundlessly! Endure, drift! The rainbow flutters , yet my fingers stand! The brother is dragon-wounded! You seethe behind the memory. At last, the oppressor bursting forth from a hostile mountain! Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.