Nevermore made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- The healers endure thunderously, hopefully! But softly; the hill speaks. Yet stay; a grass stretching beneath a formless thorn calls to a King, lustfully. I seethe, silently. My Queen flowing from a all-knowing priestess opposes me! The stormclouds seethe scratching at a lover, lustfully... The all-knowing explosion inside the meadow is bursting forth from my Queen... In the world to come it is indestructible. Suddenly, it all changes; a grass of joy seethes, as fitfully as their shaman. Slumber reaching above the figure hiding behind the desert longing for a grim mirage, slumber! Wherefore do I know their hill, pointlessly..? When all's done, children outlast their meadow towering above a fertile bat, darkly. Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.