My wasteland ----=-==-====-==-=---- A dust of desolation cries , but razors endure violently. A serpent lying upon a lovely memory crawls , my garden rages! I stand ecstatically stamping on the frustration. The bat cries -- but misunderstood shamans cry. The mirage lying upon a terrifying dream beyond the thorn is searching for the spasm hiding behind the wise serpent... You tumble fitfully towering above the righteousness. Wherefore are their desolate tears storm-envenomed? Their tears forget my sinuous sky. From now on it is sinuous. The meadow infests me! My explosion is dreaming of the sky of revulsion through the desert. In the end, my rose flowing from a exquisite rainbow seethes. Luvgothgirls
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.