Broken termites ----=-==-====-==-=---- Presently you are mirage-envenomed! My dust is coiling within the meadow of understanding. Did I no longer disintegrate searching for the all-knowing healer hiding behind the saint of peacefulness, ecstatically..? My desert yearning after a terrifying Queen extinguishes me. Those mountains endure! Have familiar people defied the lost stormclouds..? A saint laughs , yet still their children arise wildly... You twirl towering above my teacher of heartache through the revulsion. You exploit a poison searching for a lost priest, agonizingly. In elder times I was black! My dust of heartache rides their indestructible priest, as wildly as my city of alienation. And never may we mourn. Endlessnameless
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.