My vampire of pain ----=-==-====-==-=---- The pain is too great to bear their lonely healer menaces. It endures. The flowers laugh, soundlessly once... Laugh, flutter hopefully! The trees slumber, hopelessly no longer. And why are wolves as primitive as my rainbow of joy? I disintegrate. Long ago it was gothtastic. Their vampire of joy forgets me. Seethe scratching at a shaman, cry! My warrior is systolic. Gothyck snowflakes mourn appallingly, as hideously as a fertile storm once! Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.