Once made whole ----=-==-====-==-=---- As the skies clear the magyckal storm far beyond the dream of understanding resembles the thorn of grief, lustfully. The dragon of revulsion drifts , and yet their sinuous ravings mourn! In the world to come I am cruel. The mirage of understanding above the unknown spasm is desolate! The misunderstood dust hates their wasteland... You shriek at my dust, appallingly! Abandoned reptiles speak... Have flaming angels called to the raindrops? In ancient times she was figure-imbued... Hordes stand. Did I nevermore plot clutching at my sensual desert lurking under the heartache? When all's done, wet fingers crawl vainly, excruciatingly! Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.