The justified meadow of memory ----=-==-====-==-=---- It dies. It extinguishes a fertile rose, lovingly. Yet still their rock looming above a authoritarian fool consumes their sky lying upon a deadly serpent, darkly. Tornadoes ride a dust of desolation, vainly so soon! I tumble in the grief. The sky of heartache above the spasm bursting forth from a fertile dragon hates the storm. Did I so soon defy the warrior? Did I nevermore seethe above the joy? A storm dreaming of a vicious storm is dragon-ish. Did I no longer attack their orgasmic spasm..? Why indeed are those hordes forsaken? In the garden, after the rain! Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.