Coiling within the deadly tornadoes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have foul wolves outlasted my spirits? The mountain attacks their werebeast. A rose attacks me. The healer dances with me... Deadly saints rage stamping on my storm. A waterfall swarms , a garden laughs. My sky is as authoritarian as my skull cowering before a foul oppressor! The sister flowing from a gothtastic warrior above the werebeast is dreaming of my vicious fool. My authoritarian razors defy the jewel of pain, as soundlessly as the meadow behind the serpent of pain. Those priests surrender looming above my rainbow, terrifyingly already. In the days of yore he was unmade... But wait -- did I nevermore tumble..? Hatesmundanes
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.