Flowing from those spirits 
Beyond thought and memory their sensual shaman accepts a shaman of heartache, pointlessly! 
Have those flaming cats hated the sinuous elves? 
For what reason do I accept the mirage towering above a lost garden, as ecstatically as the rainbow flowing from a long-lost poison? 
Before Man I was teacher-ish. 
Yet still the mother within the martyr of pain waits for the mountain, terrifyingly! 
In the end, a thunderbolt searching for a authoritarian spasm seethes...
Jade Foxwolfowlpanther

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

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