The fool beside the gothyck saint ----=-==-====-==-=---- My priestess dreaming of a vicious lover is healed. Did I already defy the skull stretching beyond a chaotic razor, as hideously as a razor? The hellish mirage menaces , though still the martyrs laugh. Has their mysterious Queen healed my wise wings? Why indeed do I call to my city of woe? Has a dragon stamping on a lush sky danced with my sinuous fingers? Long ago it was rose-wounded , yet in the modern world I am misunderstood. My hordes weep! Did I nevermore love their warrior? My dragon of righteousness resembles me! A healer disintegrates, pointlessly. When all's done, lovely termites seethe beside the contentment. Excessus
Original URL: jbrowse.com (has been defunct for some time)
Wayback Machine Archive. The original Ruby code can be found there as well.