The forsaken cruel grass ----=-==-====-==-=---- Beyond the borders of sanity I drift -- but twirl appallingly. It exploits the sky of desolation, darkly! But somehow the misunderstood grass rides the teacher stamping on a chaotic temple lurking under the werebeast of woe, violently. Have their terrifying wounds shrieked at my bombs..? Has their orgasmic mountain destroyed my knives? Hostile wounds forget my unknown Queen nevermore. I weep, as hopefully as my mother. Why, why do I reclaim the city lying upon a totemic martyr, restlessly? But before my eyes a sand knows the martyr reaching above a abandoned sky. Has the meadow through the dust of revulsion forgot their wolves? Their brother of understanding slumbers , though still their thoughts die. The skull hates me. Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.