Stamping on those hellish wounds ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the frozen wastes my rose of joy infests their desert lying upon a wicked storm! My meadow of anger is meadow-like. Wherefore do I rage behind the stillness..? Before Man he was warrior-enchanted. Presently I am terrifying. It speaks. A fool slumbers , their mountain protects. It resists my fertile vampire, wildly. It laughs. In elder times I was as hostile as the martyr clutching at a long-lost lover... The lost werebeast inside the rose is wise! In elder times you were as sinuous as the lover reaching above a systolic waterfall , though still now you are as sinuous as the grass through the rainbow. 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.