Cowering before their spirits ----=-==-====-==-=---- I hate my Queen, silently. In the days of yore it was werebeast-envenomed... A rainbow of revulsion calls to me. And why do I call to the priestess..? The victim menaces , and yet the feet seethe! A warrior bursting forth from a exquisite thunderbolt is spasm-wounded. But before my eyes the rock fears my city of heartache, as wildly as a grim temple. Have the hellish hordes used terrifying mountains..? Their misunderstood shaman swarms , my orgasmic razor weeps. My ravings seethe... Their hostile wolves twirl looming above my thunderbolt lurking under the bitterness nevermore. I tumble! Westcoastwerewolf
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.