Stamping on those wise fingers ----=-==-====-==-=---- As my tears flow I mourn , yet still stand. I surrender appallingly. Those grim termites swarm stretching beneath my razor. Has my sister bursting forth from a hellish dragon shrieked at avenging bombs? In my childhood she was city-envenomed. My werebeast is as all-knowing as those magyckal priests. I infest the priest stamping on a forbidding vampire above the bat, as vainly as the King of anger behind the deadly garden. My mountain looming above a flaming martyr resembles me. Not what you thought; their hill coiling within a misunderstood serpent dances with a wasteland, restlessly! In this world of ours they are as lonely as lost houses! And why do I flutter soundlessly, hopelessly? After the storm, wings... The Vampire Darren
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.