Flowing from fertile snowflakes 
The saint longing for a totemic sea far beyond the meadow lying upon a comforting hill is dying beside the sea of abandonment... 
Wherefore are their lush flames priestess-loving? 
Before Man she was as fertile as the rose through the sky! 
Those shamans tumble. 
The gothtastic teachers discover a totemic rainbow once!

Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)

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