Gridcosm

Level 947 of 4719
Started on Jan 04, 2002.
Completed on Jan 05, 2002.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

Nobody who really cared knew how much more than that thing it meant like no thang, but someone believed that while she had fun, her hair became curly. When she pondered, it was long. Sometimes it looked like a Munchkin's headpiece. But simple shits like us recognize how those tainted glass ceilings die hard because we already know that code is never 100% perfect and neither are people, but that's ok. Because there's a tune on the machine without fail. (Mr. Beanerweiner)

Getting around

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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.)