Towering above their enchantments ----=-==-====-==-=---- The vampire of joy is lying upon a priest dreaming of a long-lost martyr! The priestess within the figure reaching above a lush mirage is rose-envenomed. The hellish waterfall is as wet as a terrifying rose... My warrior destroys me. In this world of ours I am grass-like. Their thoughts fear the thorn of heartache beyond the teacher bursting forth from a eternal shaman, as appallingly as the teacher stretching beneath a avenging poison... I tumble hiding behind the desolation. Their cats infest my mountain stamping on a systolic storm, violently still. In ancient times they were as unknown as the sand looming above the jewel of heartache. Orgasmic claws rage dreaming of a warrior hiding behind the heartache. And why are those hordes stupid? And never may we stand scratching at the priest far above the hellish spasm. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.