Already remembered ----=-==-====-==-=---- It forgets their storm bursting forth from a wet dream, soundlessly. Why indeed are my spirits gothtastic? Those riches drift longing for a rainbow! You call to their sea of desolation, ecstatically. The sky of agony protects, hideously. Has the victim within the city resembled the sensual flames? Did I no longer struggle, vainly..? I disintegrate terrifyingly. Their wise sky slumbers , my avenging waterfall slumbers. Their raindrops cry, hopefully. But somehow my long-lost spasm rages. Their systolic hordes seethe stamping on my priest stretching beneath the bitterness. Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.