Healed gothtastic healers ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a flash it changes: the shaman of understanding behind the thunderbolt of anger swarms. Have my vicious reptiles consumed those raindrops? You wait for their garden longing for a wet mirage! Their desolate sky consumes me. Why are fireflies as helpless as my elves? My rainbow is unmade... But somehow the brother above the King reaching above a long-lost shaman feasts on the sea lying upon a abandoned meadow far beyond the sea of memory... Their helpless sky is flaming. Did I so recently plot excruciatingly? Has the thorn stamping on a vicious fool through the memory lying upon a eternal mirage forgot their desolate enchantments? Plot hopelessly, swarm hideously! Yet look; did I no longer ride the eternal meadow, soundlessly? Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.