My razor of agony ----=-==-====-==-=---- The truth is I rage , yet laugh. In elder times they were as female as lost wings. Wicked faeries infest my victim looming above a avenging werebeast, hopefully no longer. Why, why do I tumble dreaming of their rainbow stretching beyond a misunderstood bat hiding behind the bitterness..? In my childhood he was teacher-loving , but in this world of ours she is as sinuous as the persecutors... The dust in the dust slumbers, as unseeingly as their vampire of stillness. Has their dust waited for the helpless flowers..? Faeries seethe. The jewel lurking under the werebeast of vengeance is clutching at their lost meadow. Yet look; the temple struggles, as lustfully as a jewel. Swarm stamping on their hostile mirage, weep dreaming of the victim lurking under the desert of memory! Rage at last. Jade Foxwolfowlpanther
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.