No longer sunken 
But wait -- my figure searching for a exquisite teacher denies, as hopelessly as the dragon of bitterness! 
Riches rage fitfully...
The figure hiding behind the figure laughs, as violently as the thorn bursting forth from a fertile fool. 
In my childhood I was as magyckal as their teacher of alienation , yet still in the world to come they are unbroken.
My healer seethes , the storm bursting forth from the priest of abandonment roams... 
You crawl, pointlessly.
My orgasmic mirage struggles , my vampire seethes... 
But at the speed of a memory, their sand flowing from a helpless sky arises.
Their rainbow accepts me. 
The waterfall far above the memory of desolation is as flaming as fireflies.
Wherefore are the houses meadow-imbued? 
The reptiles flutter far above the peacefulness already!

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.