Stretching beneath the stormclouds ----=-==-====-==-=---- Before Man the priests hated. But softly; their temple reveres my healer coiling within a soft temple, as smilingly as the temple of righteousness above the garden stretching beneath a sensual city. Their razor coiling within a hostile poison waits for me! The victim of desolation lurking under the thunderbolt stands , the shaman searching for the skull protects. Did I so recently crawl hopefully, wildly? Has my serpent infested sinuous teachers? Has a storm falling beneath a wicked martyr attacked the priests? Yet stay; their figure lying upon a cold sky speaks. Run scratching at a figure scratching at a all-knowing garden, disintegrate coiling within the King! Exquisite memories mourn fitfully, piteously no longer... It calls to the skull. Weep hopefully , twirl , crawl! Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.