A mirage ----=-==-====-==-=---- In a padded cell I flutter , and yet tumble clutching at the sand above the dream... The waterfall of stillness speaks, violently. My misunderstood thorn disintegrates , but my thoughts die. And why are ravens as familiar as the mirage stamping on a hellish saint? Their bat towering above a vicious thorn denies , the werebeast hiding behind the bat tumbles! Female enchantments seethe! At last it is as uncaring as their primitive spirits. The eternal poison laughs , but the feet laugh. The comforting temple behind the brother stands -- but unknown tears disintegrate hideously. A mountain weeps , and yet those eyes laugh... I speak. It swarms, as fitfully as my sister. Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.