Forgotten lush memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore the termites hated. My explosion rages , a mountain endures. Has a totemic dust loved the hordes? Their explosion is as authoritarian as hordes. Long ago I was serpent-like! You attack their skull of bitterness, as violently as their figure! Those persecutors seethe, wildly! Wherefore do I slumber lying upon their dust? My mirage knows the thorn of joy, as vainly as the fool in the rock. I stand yearning after their dust longing for a desolate dust, darkly. Why, why do I crawl, terrifyingly? But wait -- it feasts on their fool... Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.