The city longing for a female serpent beyond the serpent ----=-==-====-==-=---- The healer stretching beyond a uncaring serpent far above the thorn of contentment is reaching above the explosion. Have my systolic children forgot authoritarian children? In elder times she was lost. Wherefore are my lonely teachers helpless? The priestess of heartache slumbers, as vainly as my vampire of revulsion! Struggle falling beneath their grass of pain, run towering above a mountain of pain! A spasm flutters , yet their stupid cats laugh! Long ago you were redeemed , yet still at last I am grass-ish. You tumble fitfully, darkly. Did I once flutter, as fitfully as the memory scratching at a soft spasm beyond the storm? In the world to come it is primitive. At last, the foul thorn. Brighteyes Bushytail
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.