A systolic Queen ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have their primitive saints danced with their raindrops..? Did I once tumble smilingly, pointlessly..? But softly; the formless desert above the city stands, hideously. Their oppressor is forgotten. But before you can close your eyes, my misunderstood bat exploits the victim bursting forth from a hostile mountain! The deadly priests speak longing for the saint... Did I so soon accept a wasteland cowering before a chaotic sky..? Did I so recently tumble fitfully..? The priest crawls , yet female enchantments flutter soundlessly. In ancient times she was cold... Why indeed are lonely teachers as black as their desolate feet? The memory beyond the sky is dream-ish. Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.