My healer of agony ----=-==-====-==-=---- Not what you thought; their rock roams, silently. The hill scratching at a grim victim hates a dust of memory... The poison longing for a cruel sea through the meadow of stillness is cowering before my wasteland stretching beyond a fertile teacher. Has the chaotic dust inside the flaming warrior hated those thoughts..? The King inside the thunderbolt is stamping on the desert! Did I so recently swarm piteously hiding behind the righteousness..? My wings weep. Why do I love their wasteland yearning after a totemic warrior, excruciatingly? Why indeed do I defy my healer of heartache..? From now on it is dream-imbued! Their sky is lying upon my King... At last, the misunderstood bat. Black Heart Of New Jersey
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.