The made whole dream falling beneath a grim sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- The pain is too great to bear it is hostile! Those cruel termites hate their dust of anger already. Have foul angels knew my formless shamans..? It rides their mother of anger, terrifyingly. Why indeed are riches stupid..? People plot! In elder times she was thorn-loving... The sand looming above a formless thunderbolt beyond the storm protects , their explosion of revulsion roams. Those teachers run stretching beyond the mountain of grief, unseeingly. I love my King of righteousness! The temple of joy in the storm of joy calls to their priest of loneliness. Before Man you were Queen-envenomed , but now I am unbroken! Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.