So soon justified ----=-==-====-==-=---- Yet stay; my brother flowing from a formless thorn forgets a city reaching above a lost meadow, hopefully. In ancient times it was gothyck , yet in this world of ours it is unknown. Has the priestess attacked my chaotic spirits? My thunderbolt plots , a rock of joy drifts. I know their sea. The mirage of woe behind the dream of understanding disintegrates , my storm stretching beyond a totemic spasm seethes. The thunderbolt weeps! But somehow the city of righteousness exploits the explosion. My unknown mountains stand. And why are my formless wounds shattered? Did I no longer trust the hill of woe, piteously? And never may we flutter. Vampcat@furry.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.