Gridcosm
Level 47 of 4702Started on May 05, 1997.
Completed on May 06, 1997.
Artist matrix
Grid poem
I wish oh fer godsake Merrill, leave it be! That stuff'll kill you. It'll wipe your clock, that Sweet succulent raspberry acidity or willimgly, that is, without the threat of torture. I remember a bowling ball, it was the ugliest one I had ever had the privilege of slipping into my mouth.Getting around
To navigate, click the outer edges of the grid to zoom-out (up one level). Click the center of the grid to zoom-in (down one level). Would you prefer to jump to a random level? You might also enjoy the animated viewer, with which you can watch Gridcosm levels fly by. Disoriented? Read more about the Gridcosm collaborative art project.Administrivia
This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)