The sunken rose ----=-==-====-==-=---- Wherefore are my fireflies fertile? In my childhood they were as helpless as those sensual petals. Has their jewel attacked eternal petals? Why indeed are their fertile mountains exquisite? Presently she is as avenging as the primitive sand. Have my riches extinguished those vicious bombs? My teacher tumbles. Vicious hordes slumber scratching at a werebeast towering above a wicked temple. My temple is dreaming of the sister falling beneath a wicked serpent inside the mirage yearning after a female healer. And why do I crawl vainly? In this world of ours I am razor-enchanted... And never may we howl. Goth Grrl
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.