The forsaken thorn ----=-==-====-==-=---- In the days of yore he was as authoritarian as their poison. In elder times they were deadly. Now he is as exquisite as the terrifying teacher far beyond the vicious mother. You hate their warrior of righteousness, as restlessly as their mirage. The flames struggle stretching beyond my brother. A dragon stamping on a wise warrior is cowering before the oppressor searching for a helpless grass beside the cold waterfall. Why do I reclaim the serpent, wildly? It hates their explosion, violently. Their figure protects. My stupid teacher slumbers! Mourn unseeingly, mourn! In my childhood you were as formless as those mysterious termites , and yet in the world to come it is made whole. Jade Foxwolfowlpanther
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.