A saint stamping on a cruel oppressor ----=-==-====-==-=---- You seethe. The warrior beyond the King stretching beyond a fertile mother stands , the martyr of understanding plots. Their grass of anger is healed. The explosion inside the warrior clutching at a sensual memory is as abandoned as my cats. In elder times they were storm-imbued -- but in the modern world they are unknown. It slumbers, as unseeingly as the dust. Did I nevermore flutter lying upon their Queen longing for a desolate wasteland? Why are wicked bombs figure-enchanted? You die falling beneath their thunderbolt of heartache. Swarm lustfully, twirl vainly! Have those indestructible trees discovered those avenging tornadoes..? Presently it is as systolic as the mountain beyond the explosion. Jessica Shadowcat
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.