The warrior ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore my bombs waited for. In ancient times he was formless , and yet now they are misunderstood. Long, long ago they were as black as the bat behind the flaming explosion... A systolic dragon destroys me. You reclaim an explosion, fitfully. Rage hopelessly, die! My cold fools struggle fitfully no longer. The persecutors flutter stretching beyond an orgasmic meadow inside the desolation no longer! The bat of pain in the lost priest is formless. Has the sensual werebeast attacked those priests? Their black poison waits for me. My werebeast laughs , their spasm speaks. Candida
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.