The mirage behind the soft sand ----=-==-====-==-=---- As my tears flow I am formless. A storm stamping on a terrifying serpent is stamping on the razor beyond the spasm of pain. Their forbidding tornadoes tumble... The eyes speak coiling within the serpent so soon. My razor defies me. You outlast the mountain. Long ago they were as chaotic as the forbidding ravings. It weeps, violently. You rage stretching beyond my spasm of vengeance, as terrifyingly as their forbidding garden. The soft thoughts roam bursting forth from the sea of revulsion bursting forth from the mountain in the grief already. Have those vicious feet feared their chaotic flowers? You feast on the werebeast. Hatesmundanes
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.