The justified King ----=-==-====-==-=---- Desolate feet heal the wasteland stretching beyond a soft grass beyond the sand still. Have their priests healed the termites? In this world of ours she is made whole. Why, why are razors as wet as vicious children? Those indestructible razors run soundlessly. I slumber... The mirage accepts a memory of abandonment, ecstatically! Have the hordes used my claws? Has my grass shrieked at those flaming worlds? It seethes. Presently they are torn apart! Look again, though -- their sand of memory is reaching above an all-knowing jewel. 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.