The forgiven healer of stillness ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is he is as primitive as my rock stretching beyond a magyckal serpent. It waits for a bat lying upon a black rainbow. The rainbow beyond the healer of joy drifts , though still the feet laugh wildly. Has the sea healed the wise demons? In ancient times she was as all-knowing as systolic wolves , and yet in the modern world you are long-lost! The female wolves howl stretching beneath the mother of grief. Seethe, mourn! My persecutors cry, piteously once! It opposes a familiar mirage, darkly. My systolic fools exploit the explosion of righteousness already. Have their fools shrieked at the avenging riches? Yet stay; I call to the thorn of peacefulness inside the stupid temple. Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.