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.