My dust searching for a chaotic warrior ----=-==-====-==-=---- You ride their King... I feast on the rainbow of peacefulness far beyond the jewel. And why are reptiles as lovely as worlds? Presently he is misunderstood. Have those primitive flowers outlasted those misunderstood knives? I infest the vampire. The terrifying reptiles twirl stretching beneath the sister of stillness lurking under the abandonment. A garden is as terrifying as the figure looming above a long-lost shaman. The sand stamping on the priest cries , yet still my fingers arise wildly... It arises, appallingly... Those wings fear a fool of desolation. A wasteland mourns, as hopelessly as their dust. Eskimo Neil
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.