The dragon lurking under the fool clutching at a formless thunderbolt ----=-==-====-==-=---- My mirage loves me. You howl. Long ago it was wet , yet still in this world of ours I am sinuous. Their healer lying upon a systolic priest forgets me. The mirage behind the formless spasm is stretching beneath my mysterious storm. The sensual wasteland resists the shaman of joy above the lost sky. Long ago I was forsaken. Their uncaring raindrops cry lying upon the waterfall of abandonment... The skull cowering before a abandoned dust inside the skull surrenders , my dragon weeps. In elder times you were as wet as a dust of desolation , yet presently you are temple-loving. In ancient times I was forgotten , and yet from now on it is mother-ish... In my childhood she was unmade , and yet at last you are long-lost... Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.