Gridcosm

Level 123 of 4711
Started on Jul 15, 1997.
Completed on Jul 16, 1997.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

Super- naturally his top wasn't the only thing blown. Mr. Roberts, a mouth puckerer himself, was a fan those who manufactured extension cords it was cruel, the constant whistling by the immigrants outside. that over ran his thoughts like a hord of antelope no position from which there is no way of escape or hope of relief. Only death awaits

Getting around

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Administrivia

This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.

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