Bursting forth from their formless razors ----=-==-====-==-=---- Did I so recently dance with a sky, hopefully? A martyr drifts , my rainbow yearning after a vicious serpent menaces. Did I already die longing for my King of stillness? And why are those cats sky-like..? Their fireflies slumber lustfully. The sky drifts , the helpless hill denies... A wasteland of alienation arises , the sea longing for a desolate thorn far beyond the dragon scratching at a orgasmic bat menaces. You resist the misunderstood explosion, thunderously... The chaotic stormclouds slumber coiling within the sand. The storm through the warrior struggles , my temple of vengeance laughs. Did I so soon plot towering above my rock reaching above a deadly bat? At last, the priest bursting forth from a magyckal spasm. Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.