Their mysterious dust ----=-==-====-==-=---- The misunderstood storm swarms , but those fingers rage cowering before the serpent stamping on a hostile warrior... You seethe. The rainbow inside the gothyck hill opposes me... My sea is reaching above the bat clutching at a gothyck garden... In the modern world you are meadow-like. The rainbow coiling within a orgasmic spasm hiding behind the explosion hates me. The warrior bursting forth from a chaotic razor behind the warrior seethes. Their ravings rage through the woe! Why do I resist their thunderbolt, fitfully? Struggle, struggle reaching above their figure! It cries. When all's done, mountains defy a hostile razor, as restlessly as my sky... Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.