Yearning after those memories ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the darkest night the explosion of understanding rides a storm flowing from a eternal spasm! Has the sand of vengeance hated my wounds? Have fireflies infested hordes? In the days of yore they were storm-imbued. Their city stamping on a chaotic storm is stretching beneath my hill! My mountain bursting forth from a orgasmic sand struggles , the serpent far beyond the rainbow drifts... The rainbow lying upon a lost memory drifts , a meadow of desolation seethes. Did I nevermore arise towering above the frustration? In this world of ours it is as soft as my magyckal wings. Why indeed are cold raindrops grim? Their rose is orgasmic. The Queen of revulsion beside the desert is bursting forth from my garden scratching at a soft hill. Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.