Gridcosm

Level 482 of 4709
Started on Jan 28, 2000.
Completed on Feb 02, 2000.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

How about a heapin' helpin' of just-the-way-you-like-it for my gedankenchshund? Doll heads for dollars and Black Franklins for scholars with their money in their mind and their eyes droppin doublooned dimes. Please hold for your connection. According to schmidcosm time, it was 3:00am, so I guess I awoke and the blind boy threw a stone to watch time fly and let out a Brooksian 'Everything's so green!' Do you mind not throwing rocks unless you throw 'em seven or eight at a time? The tumble makes em smooth. At 4:22 in the morn, their time, the collective inverse Buddheesha channelers tipped they dixie cups and said 'You so quiet I'd think you was zipped in glad wrap.' The gopher hurled from his shady hole, saw a lot of plastic, and slapped some ass. I love that story.

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