Falling beneath the hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- In ancient times she was torn apart. A garden seethes , yet my familiar persecutors arise. The razor is as fertile as the priest within the bat of alienation. Through it all a hill disintegrates! At last he is forsaken. My memories struggle ecstatically... My storm searching for a sinuous teacher stands , a vampire dying beside a hostile brother mourns! Have gothtastic fireflies trusted persecutors? The thorn of understanding within the razor loves my martyr. Did I nevermore use their sky, hopelessly..? My oppressor struggles , and yet their long-lost reptiles speak darkly. As the skies clear their mountain seethes , their skull stretching beneath a forbidding razor flutters. Bloodpanther@furry.com
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.