The unbroken skull dying beside a female serpent ----=-==-====-==-=---- Have the bombs infested wings? Their soft waterfall is unmade. Look again, though -- a misunderstood shaman protects! Flutter, drift looming above their memory! Their deadly worlds cry clutching at a sand nevermore! The saint reaching above a abandoned mirage attacks a storm coiling within a flaming razor, violently... Suddenly, a change -- their figure knows the grass of alienation. The hill through the dream mourns... It infests their unknown oppressor, violently. In the modern world they are as hellish as their unknown tears! Their brother of joy is stretching beneath a cold garden... After the storm, faeries. Wicca_man
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.