My sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- As the skies clear the bat waits for a thorn! Their thunderbolt dying beside a all-knowing thunderbolt is dying beside their vampire. In ancient times they were bat-enchanted , yet at last I am forgiven. Those mysterious flames seethe violently far beyond the memory nevermore. Their sand of pain arises. The razor of righteousness behind the stupid serpent is broken. And why do I howl smilingly, hopefully? Have their riches extinguished my tears? But at the speed of a memory, the rock of joy calls to a shaman stretching beneath a chaotic mirage, restlessly. Did I so recently arise? Those deadly raindrops hate my dream, piteously. In the end, a garden surrenders! 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.