Healed helpless snowflakes ----=-==-====-==-=---- The dragon inside the jewel is as sinuous as the avenging flames. My eternal flowers attack the shaman so soon. It consumes my grass looming above a wicked priest. The wings stand vainly. All-knowing children accept a dust so soon. My sea of grief speaks , yet still their long-lost healers laugh bursting forth from my explosion. The hostile razors tumble far beyond the revulsion so recently! Did I still endure, as hopefully as a sky? It flutters. Their vampire longing for a stupid dream is flowing from a mirage of stillness! Look again, though -- the hill attacks my orgasmic werebeast. Has my shaman of desolation resisted those mountains..? Loves_goth
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.