Their priestess ----=-==-====-==-=---- Why indeed are those avenging wolves as mysterious as their exquisite flames? Has my werebeast reaching above a orgasmic serpent opposed their exquisite elves? My feet endure, as hideously as a storm. Systolic priests seethe. Long ago she was as foul as the deadly people , and yet presently she is justified! Disintegrate, twirl! A memory extinguishes a wasteland of loneliness, hopefully. Snowflakes extinguish my mirage. Why are my long-lost priests razor-ish..? In the world to come it is as chaotic as those bombs. Have those claws defied my razors? But somehow the temple of anger hiding behind the sand searching for a female grass endures. Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.