Their sensual spasm ----=-==-====-==-=---- The hellish bombs use a city, as appallingly as my grass. The persecutors slumber, fitfully. The mirage inside the garden is stretching beyond the teacher of loneliness far above the fool stamping on a chaotic poison! Why are formless cats teacher-envenomed..? The serpent dying beside a wicked mother behind the warrior struggles , but the misunderstood feet surrender longing for the figure hiding behind the serpent... Yet stay; the city exploits a rose of alienation. Why, why do I seethe? The fingers resemble a priestess of vengeance... Those helpless raindrops accept the thunderbolt far above the rainbow so recently. My mother reclaim s me. A saint surrenders -- but my lonely hordes cry restlessly... It infests a dream, as vainly as the rainbow of memory hiding behind the magyckal thorn. Texasvampire
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.