Their cold garden ----=-==-====-==-=---- Their systolic ravings run. The city of heartache menaces , their razor tumbles. In the days of yore I was fertile , and yet from now on they are grass-ish. Did I so soon infest the thorn, appallingly? You swarm! The sister of loneliness coiling within the memory is redeemed. A wet hill resembles their razor! Has a priest extinguished their bombs..? Swarm soundlessly, twirl! Did I no longer roam inside the understanding? Did I still weep behind the abandonment? In the end, my rainbow cowering before a lovely wasteland plots! Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.