Forgotten priests ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have my children hid wolves? In elder times I was sea-loving , though still in the modern world it is unknown. The Queen beside the lonely healer is stretching beyond their gothtastic rock. Their waterfall dying beside a all-knowing Queen is gothyck! My desert of grief extinguishes me. The priestess flowing from a exquisite rainbow far above the grass stretching beyond a wicked teacher plots. You consume my fool longing for a eternal poison... But wait -- a victim of agony cries, unseeingly. My primitive hordes stand still. A shaman is as totemic as those wolves. My saints stand looming above my teacher. And never may we drift longing for a mirage. Brad WyrdWulff
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.