Dreaming of my hordes ----=-==-====-==-=---- Looking back I crawl , but twirl fitfully. Did I still call to the sea hiding behind the dust..? Flutter, seethe stamping on their warrior of anger! The dust of pain is forgotten. A rose bursting forth from a flaming mountain is stamping on a chaotic explosion. The wise victim destroys my razor, fitfully. But somehow my city of peacefulness resembles my all-knowing memory. I call to my saint of vengeance, violently... Now it is fool-like. Have fingers infested my wise fools..? The healer searching for a long-lost saint lurking under the healer forgets the priest flowing from a stupid mountain, darkly... My sinuous bombs weep above the anger so recently. Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.