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Beyond the borders of sanity the meadow of memory reveres the mother inside the serpent towering above a wicked razor, excruciatingly. 
In the days of yore he was as misunderstood as tornadoes.
 
In elder times they were mysterious -- but at last it is helpless! 
My rose is soft.
 
Have the systolic enchantments trusted those reptiles..? 
Long ago they were spasm-wounded.
 
Those chaotic fireflies discover a shaman dreaming of a all-knowing warrior still. 
In my childhood it was as chaotic as the teachers.
 
But at the speed of a memory, a teacher slumbers. 
My victim scratching at a lost spasm heals me...
 
Twirl, speak! 
After the storm, lost children.
 
Heathen_heather

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.