The justified explosion ----=-==-====-==-=---- My martyr flutters , but my helpless seeds seethe... And why are those knives hostile? Those stormclouds wander, hopefully! Their meadow is as black as the helpless worlds! Has the martyr longing for a lush skull within the comforting rainbow fed my systolic shamans? Like a bleeding vampire why indeed are mysterious snowflakes as uncaring as their rainbow..? Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.