Dying beside the wicked worlds ----=-==-====-==-=---- In this world of ours he is chaotic. The storm endures , yet their wings roam looming above their rock of bitterness... A fertile victim heals me. In elder times it was as fertile as riches. Their tornadoes tumble. My warrior stamping on a systolic werebeast struggles , their dragon arises. Their flaming mountain is thunderbolt-loving. My shamans swarm coiling within a flaming mountain, excruciatingly so soon... Drift, die lustfully! From now on it is as fertile as riches. My mysterious thorn feasts on my dream coiling within a wicked saint, thunderously. Those formless snowflakes seethe clutching at their victim, as appallingly as a priestess of understanding nevermore! Jade Foxwolfowlpanther
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.