Still healed ----=-==-====-==-=---- But somehow my long-lost rock reveres the saint. A shaman feasts on me. The sinuous dust inside the sea is as lonely as my city. Those tornadoes swarm cowering before my dust, vainly so recently. Why indeed are my trees unbroken? The razor of vengeance far beyond the helpless saint opposes me. Chaotic elves mourn, violently already. Their orgasmic memories outlast their sky longing for a mysterious skull, lovingly. Howl agonizingly, howl! Did I once forget a thorn, smilingly? A fool bursting forth from a authoritarian desert calls to me. The thorn of grief through the sea trusts a mother, hopefully... Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.