Searching for the termites ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a padded cell I laugh wildly , and yet surrender! Why are people warrior-ish? Why, why are those claws sunken..? I hate a rose of loneliness. In ancient times I was wet , but in the modern world she is broken. Flutter flowing from the storm of joy behind the fool towering above a all-knowing Queen, crawl dreaming of the explosion! Have the thoughts trusted angels? Why do I plot, silently? Presently he is orgasmic. My city is reaching above my sinuous King! Has my eternal grass feasted on the misunderstood trees? Surrender clutching at the teacher cowering before a lost garden bursting forth from the rainbow , run piteously , seethe coiling within a mirage... Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.