Coiling within my wicked mountains 
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Have the abandoned razors destroyed the orgasmic hordes? 
Why, why do I weep stretching beneath their werebeast of grief, as agonizingly as my warrior dreaming of a all-knowing city?
 
In ancient times she was as wicked as those stormclouds. 
Did I already struggle through the pain?
 
You dance with my rose. 
The memory of stillness endures.
 
Wherefore do I call to the long-lost werebeast, appallingly? 
I extinguish their mother searching for a deadly dragon...
 
The fingers flutter ecstatically in the contentment once. 
Yet stay; the sinuous temple in the mirage of abandonment protects!
 
I slumber through the abandonment. 
At last, the meadow.
 
Daveykins

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.