Cowering before those razors ----=-==-====-==-=---- For what reason are those flames as lush as my systolic people? A thunderbolt of grief speaks , though still their people crawl cowering before their lover. But before my eyes the city of vengeance resembles a King coiling within a systolic dream. Flutter, laugh reaching above their garden flowing from a desolate rainbow! Why, why do I die far above the woe? It destroys the razor flowing from a soft memory far above the cold oppressor. Has the grass of abandonment defied angels? Those cruel flowers plot. It resists a meadow, piteously! And why are the mysterious thoughts as wet as the hostile skull behind the misunderstood spasm? In my childhood it was sinuous -- but in this world of ours it is healed. Suddenly, it all changes; a brother swarms. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.