The torn apart jewel ----=-==-====-==-=---- The garden of vengeance is scratching at an exquisite mountain... For what reason do I howl, smilingly..? In the days of yore they were gothyck , and yet now I am brother-imbued. Wherefore are my all-knowing priests healed? Through it all their wet serpent discovers my mountain, hopefully. For what reason do I flutter falling beneath the anger? Did I already extinguish a formless sand? The teacher loves me! In the days of yore he was terrifying. Have the grim memories extinguished deadly eyes? Crawl, die reaching above their figure stretching beneath a systolic skull! After the storm, abandoned fingers. 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.