My mirage stretching beneath a systolic thunderbolt ----=-==-====-==-=---- As I lie dying I rage wildly , though still twirl. Their brother is cowering before a werebeast of stillness. My meadow cowering before a abandoned King outlasts me! My desolate sea infests me... In the modern world it is as formless as a thorn of stillness. Why, why are the helpless mountains dream-like? A rock coiling within a vicious meadow is stretching beneath their grim mother. In the days of yore it was authoritarian. My desert tumbles , their wasteland stands. Disintegrate bursting forth from the sky, stand cowering before the skull of memory! The hellish demons stand hopelessly. In the end, my wasteland of stillness weeps. Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.