Gridcosm

Level 557 of 4716
Created on Sep 29, 2000.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

Though there was some early morning in his art bot stride, their love was like a topological manifold that was too smooth, and she always thought in complete permutation sets of groups of equivalent symbols so the boundaries of their transduction was rarely a function of anything well defined. The ob-gyn boiled some TV and ran with sharp objeccts but helped birth a little girl with a weal bow bust go cart. And even before she could talk she knew one day she would dance with butterflies as friends. It's a little queer, but nice. The little girl grew up growling on crustacean rafts in the deep end until she was grown, and CC smiled, and there was a Trinity name a'B-Cubes. And once again it was T for 3 and a short in the powerlines.

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