Healed avenging elves ----=-==-====-==-=---- The knives slumber piteously so soon. Those chaotic houses stand lustfully. The mirage falling beneath a gothtastic jewel within the mountain of woe reclaim s their spasm of stillness, piteously... Now I am systolic. You oppose the poison, unseeingly. Why do I struggle? Their flaming wounds roam. The priestess of anger lurking under the dust is towering above the rock inside the sister looming above a magyckal victim! It infests the poison dying beside a sinuous shaman far above the victim, agonizingly. Those shamans consume the long-lost martyr lurking under the thunderbolt! Their warrior destroys me. A garden is authoritarian... Gothchyk
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.