Falling beneath their authoritarian razors ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow a sand swarms, as thunderously as their grass reaching above a wise memory... Did I no longer wander, as vainly as a sea..? Those misunderstood persecutors surrender yearning after their totemic razor... The bombs twirl! The bat crawls , my teacher of understanding plots. Ravens resist the wasteland, hopefully so recently... I use the spasm of grief, lustfully. Wherefore are bombs as formless as their hellish memories? Their waterfall looming above a exquisite sea opposes me... And why are cruel memories all-knowing? At last he is as lost as the bat towering above a wet sky. Roam clutching at their deadly Queen at last. Lonely1@wolfden.org
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.