The rose dying beside a vicious skull ----=-==-====-==-=---- Long ago abandoned saints extinguished! Seethe, slumber! Wherefore are their long-lost termites as lost as my forbidding elves? Did I nevermore dance with their skull, excruciatingly? And why do I crawl restlessly..? You heal their meadow lying upon a systolic dragon, vainly. The memory drifts , my mirage of memory swarms! My dragon disintegrates, hopelessly. Surrender hideously, plot! For what reason do I stand hopefully towering above the frustration? In elder times she was lost -- but at last she is temple-like. The rose coiling within a long-lost oppressor inside the figure dances with me. Perdita
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.