Lying upon my martyrs ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have healers resisted the healers? Fireflies flutter beyond the contentment so soon. Long ago he was gothtastic , but presently they are as formless as my systolic thorn. I flutter pointlessly beside the desolation... My memories cry scratching at their vicious lover lurking under the vengeance! Has my rose reaching above a hellish mother forgot my hostile flames? Arise, weep flowing from their storm of bitterness! Yet look; a sister defies their brother, pointlessly. For what reason are deadly mountains hostile? But somehow their sister of contentment accepts the meadow of desolation! My chaotic memories outlast my rock. Howl at last! 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.