GridcosmLevel 1084 of 4091
Created on Apr 22, 2002.
Grid poemRite: a reality check your butt can't Kenneth stalks celery with a berry wine bag. slung upon his shoulder like a limp corpse. Playtex said ftc spew I'm wondering "what reality check?" as I choke on your gift horse thief with the eye of whore-us. He gave us the sign and said "for we have the Neon word and seventh sight." And then we ate cheese.
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