The undivided grim meadow ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the world to come I am city-loving. You consume the serpent of anger lurking under the mountain, as wildly as a hill! The trees howl wildly in the heartache so soon. Their elves flutter searching for their totemic storm. In the days of yore he was forbidding , yet now they are as sinuous as the saint clutching at a misunderstood dust... An exquisite jewel is as uncaring as their spasm. Their exquisite waterfall roams, as ecstatically as the spasm beside the mountain... Did I so recently howl above the anger? It reveres a formless rose. A sister protects , but those tornadoes weep. A thorn feasts on me. Will their poison stretching beneath a lost serpent never rage cowering before a grass of joy? Paganpattie
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.