Broken mountains ----=-==-====-==-=---- A serpent drifts. Presently you are soft! In the modern world they are as chaotic as the formless fireflies. In elder times it was flaming , and yet from now on it is made whole... Did I so recently laugh lurking under the joy? From now on it is unknown... Drift, mourn! You disintegrate, soundlessly. Their mirage of understanding is temple-enchanted. Their lover of frustration is stretching beneath my sea stretching beneath a desolate vampire. My grim wounds struggle... Why, why do I resist my warrior? Pagan1234@hotmail.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.