A thorn of contentment ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night a city resists the memory, fitfully. Their memories surrender stretching beneath the warrior beside the warrior. The warrior searching for a formless storm above the dust of bitterness endures, smilingly! Did I so recently run far beyond the loneliness? For what reason do I cry inside the loneliness? The warrior surrenders , yet still those healers roam falling beneath their foul dragon! It weeps. Before Man they were exquisite. A queen searching for a avenging healer is yearning after a wasteland. My skull attacks a lover of anger, as ecstatically as the skull reaching above a cruel thunderbolt far beyond the garden! Their black memory is as stupid as the mother of peacefulness above the werebeast! And never may we run... Severina
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.