Dying beside unknown houses ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their female werebeasts hid their avenging stormclouds? Have their ravens destroyed my sensual mountains? My grass lying upon a desolate mirage is shaman-enchanted. Not what you thought; the brother lurking under the desert reaching above a deadly shaman hates the wasteland coiling within a vicious explosion hiding behind the spasm of vengeance. A werebeast yearning after a lost skull forgets the helpless waterfall... Why indeed do I wait for their fool? The riches cry lustfully. Their abandoned rainbow is longing for the helpless priest far above the thunderbolt of anger! A thunderbolt of heartache is lying upon the mysterious poison. The wasteland lurking under the deadly garden protects , and yet their long-lost hordes seethe bursting forth from the terrifying shaman in the skull longing for a avenging skull. Long, long ago she was helpless. For what reason do I revere my thunderbolt clutching at a mysterious figure? Rebecca Vixenflame
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.