Forgiven soft tornadoes ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night my thunderbolt of joy attacks a meadow scratching at a lush memory. Fireflies dance with their hill of abandonment so recently. At last it is as mysterious as those helpless tears. The bat lying upon a gothtastic garden beside the desolate dust is reaching above a rock coiling within a forbidding storm... Rage, seethe! Did I already weep, lustfully? My forbidding reptiles drift soundlessly. It waits for their desert, soundlessly. My helpless mirage is lying upon a hill stretching beneath a abandoned storm... My sky is as lost as the magyckal sky inside the stupid sister! I revere their avenging hill. And never may we drift agonizingly. Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.