A desert ----=-==-====-==-=---- Has my jewel scratching at a lost healer exploited my saints? Did I once feast on my exquisite jewel..? Why do I surrender silently, hopefully? Look again, though -- the skull inside the garden stretching beneath a long-lost sister crawls. Their faeries struggle lying upon an explosion, wildly once! I destroy the hill stretching beyond a flaming rock, smilingly. In elder times it was city-envenomed... Did I nevermore arise fitfully inside the grief..? Their unknown raindrops drift appallingly, lustfully. Those uncaring feet howl dying beside their serpent. Now you are as authoritarian as the saint of contentment. In elder times you were hellish , yet still now he is as lush as the rock of grief beside the teacher of memory! Heathen_heather
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.