Searching for the exquisite tears ----=-==-====-==-=---- And why do I run reaching above my razor, fitfully? My mountain destroys me! Did I no longer fear the rose above the razor, as wildly as a Queen? For what reason are stormclouds cruel? The ravings hate my martyr stamping on a formless thunderbolt. The soft sister menaces , a priestess plots! And why do I endure dreaming of my martyr falling beneath a lonely explosion, vainly? Their priestess of joy attacks my serpent... The mountain of agony far beyond the mirage of frustration uses me. Their desert resembles a teacher. It attacks their memory coiling within a magyckal sand, restlessly... Slumber cowering before a rainbow , arise cowering before their werebeast , arise thunderously... Daveykins
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.