Gridcosm

Level 584 of 4719
Created on Nov 02, 2000.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

Draw foo ziz, I understand Kosher like raw Ziz doo, no Wizard of Oz. Teach ye grid clue, Electrichead Guy, a huge Celtic dyer, within a standard deviation of a Obi-Wan Kenobi eyed itch rug. A dice cry heel tug. Ween called me a golden eel, but I'm really grey. Like ruthless hustlers, Keller shit us. ...Either skull, like Hustler, but we'd flint fix either skill, like Histler. Histler.... Algorithmodamus. Make you a myth, as for me, a yak me hum toy, a mute yak, oh my! Curled up strings of sound abound. I am semantically an Incubus Ether and my skin is dead cute educated. It can crawl. It'sa creepy, you betcha. I should have known that she would be a KY Pizza Pi. Wind left fix.

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