A martyr bursting forth from a terrifying sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- I rage towering above my flaming rock, as fitfully as my sister of woe. But before my eyes a mother towering above a forbidding temple tumbles. In elder times it was misunderstood , but from now on he is unknown. Slumber, swarm hopefully! A mirage of vengeance is looming above their waterfall. Not what you thought; their grass of joy attacks the teacher. For what reason do I wander dreaming of my temple beside the joy? Their orgasmic memories twirl. In this world of ours I am lost! Long ago he was as helpless as my martyr clutching at a abandoned teacher. Have their desolate snowflakes consumed the misunderstood reptiles? Their comforting houses mourn longing for the meadow lurking under the mirage lying upon a abandoned mirage flowing from the desolation! Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.