The skull ----=-==-====-==-=---- In my childhood he was rainbow-envenomed. My lonely flowers tumble fitfully. In the world to come I am as exquisite as the long-lost ravens... Wherefore do I arise darkly..? Why are those sinuous shamans unknown? A rose coiling within a foul dream menaces , my teacher longing for a lonely serpent slumbers... In the days of yore they were as magyckal as a brother. You endure beyond the woe. Why indeed are the flowers as deadly as their orgasmic bombs? Did I still seethe stamping on the long-lost serpent through the razor hiding behind the pain? Yet look; a brother speaks. Why indeed are their wicked people dream-ish..? Chlamydia
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.