Reaching above the saints 
In the end she is as comforting as my magyckal elves. 
Seethe, seethe agonizingly! 
My black angels roam wildly. 
My fireflies drift coiling within my mirage stretching beneath a lonely rock. 
My werebeasts revere my meadow.

Original URL: (has been defunct for some time)

Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.