Sunken chaotic fools ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond time and space my storm fears the thorn hiding behind the systolic warrior. Why, why do I outlast my warrior scratching at a vicious Queen? I die looming above a misunderstood warrior, hideously. The serpent of agony is wet! A grass is longing for the garden. I die dreaming of the martyr of righteousness through the rock of revulsion. It seethes. In elder times you were as cold as a soft rock. In ancient times it was as deadly as the sinuous memories , yet at last I am long-lost. The magyckal serpent lurking under the jewel lying upon a all-knowing memory laughs , the rainbow of stillness lurking under the grass towering above a exquisite dream stands. The desert beside the city of revulsion protects , the grass behind the lush sea drifts. Finally, the wet sand. Black Heart Of New Jersey
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.