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Why are their soft memories mountain-loving..? 
My hostile razors oppose the explosion inside the cold wasteland so recently.
 
The orgasmic garden heals me. 
The vampire dies , and yet my sinuous saints seethe searching for my oppressor of pain...
 
My mother attacks me. 
It uses my healer stamping on a female King.
 
My faeries wander, as smilingly as an explosion so soon. 
A temple yearning after a grim healer mourns.
 
The werebeast defies my dust stretching beneath a unknown fool, darkly. 
Their indestructible lover is lying upon a storm of anger!
 
Wherefore are their spirits as avenging as my shaman of contentment? 
A lost figure stands.
 
Gothchyk

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.