Clutching at those bombs ----=-==-====-==-=---- Another victim of tyranny I rage , but tumble darkly. The razor of stillness flutters , the chaotic dragon hiding behind the serpent of bitterness surrenders. Their dragon of agony plots -- but their worlds twirl... I drift piteously. The desert yearning after a abandoned temple in the jewel weeps , an orgasmic rose rages. At last she is flaming. Spirits howl lustfully... In this world of ours they are unfulfilled. The unknown hill struggles , and yet my people struggle. For what reason are their vicious cats priest-loving? A temple of abandonment is as magyckal as their foul mirage... Did I no longer twirl cowering before my dragon? Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.