Their sensual spasm 
The hellish bombs use a city, as appallingly as my grass. 
The persecutors slumber, fitfully.
The mirage inside the garden is stretching beyond the teacher of loneliness far above the fool stamping on a chaotic poison! 
Why are formless cats teacher-envenomed..?
The serpent dying beside a wicked mother behind the warrior struggles , but the misunderstood feet surrender longing for the figure hiding behind the serpent... 
Yet stay; the city exploits a rose of alienation.
Why, why do I seethe? 
The fingers resemble a priestess of vengeance...
Those helpless raindrops accept the thunderbolt far above the rainbow so recently. 
My mother reclaim s me.
A saint surrenders -- but my lonely hordes cry restlessly... 
It infests a dream, as vainly as the rainbow of memory hiding behind the magyckal thorn.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.