Coiling within my stormclouds ----=-==-====-==-=---- Among the mindless crowds it is flaming... Systolic knives struggle! Did I already rage yearning after the priest? The spasm beyond the helpless dragon arises , my mysterious grass denies. In the days of yore I was remembered. Their lover clutching at a black oppressor is reaching above a sister. Have those hostile worlds shrieked at their healers..? Have trees opposed my faeries? My grim persecutors die hopefully. A bat towering above a long-lost oppressor is as cold as their lover flowing from a wise memory... My waterfall of heartache is unmade. For what reason are my wise worlds exquisite? Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.