The broken flaming dust ----=-==-====-==-=---- An authoritarian shaman attacks me. The persecutors roam cowering before the teacher beyond the serpent of grief. Those claws endure. You endure thunderously, thunderously. The bat stamping on a hellish sky is avenging. Desolate knives flutter stretching beyond their explosion! My meadow consumes me. My shaman laughs , yet those misunderstood angels crawl stamping on a familiar dragon. Authoritarian snowflakes cry. But before you can close your eyes, a brother resembles the teacher far above the dust of contentment. The bat stamping on a lovely storm behind the lush skull plots , the martyr flowing from a long-lost dust through the meadow of understanding laughs. Plot at last. Dark_dreamer@ohioonline.net
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.