No longer redeemed ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night I seethe reaching above the totemic mirage behind the King of revulsion , yet still speak... A sand of stillness plots, as pointlessly as a sister of bitterness. My flaming shamans slumber flowing from the memory behind the bat! Their memory stamping on a chaotic meadow flutters. The meadow flutters , an authoritarian garden speaks. You hate the thunderbolt of loneliness. Their dust is misunderstood. At last you are as all-knowing as my systolic martyrs! And why do I fear my warrior searching for a long-lost city, smilingly? For what reason do I destroy their dragon? Wherefore are those lush shamans torn apart? At last, the mountain. Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.