Gridcosm

Level 1182 of 4711
Started on Jul 31, 2002.
Completed on Aug 02, 2002.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

They are ditch rat turd bags and now I itch for no reason at all the mirror magic can seem dull, but ya know whatever, I don't care, a bug on the windshield of life or... so the Romans, like whatever, but we have our own thoughts about the ol' shell game for love with no connection to reality or the rest of the grid, it's all about me, me , me and McMoxie's daughter and went out with his underwear on the outside of his pants for like the fifth time this week.

Getting around

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Administrivia

This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.

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