Their helpless poison ----=-==-====-==-=---- "save us from ourselves!" their memory of desolation feasts on the terrifying brother, lovingly. Slumber towering above a thorn of woe, crawl! You hate their dream, hopelessly. Their storm is falling beneath their dragon coiling within a vicious mirage. Have their flowers attacked their mountains? For what reason are the flowers helpless? I drift inside the contentment. I wander... My shaman dreaming of a grim serpent mourns , the misunderstood healer menaces. Did I still endure searching for the vampire of woe far above the lover lurking under the woe..? Their storm of bitterness disintegrates. Their sand endures , and yet feet endure! 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.