GridcosmLevel 1084 of 4693
Created on Apr 22, 2002.
Grid poemRite: a reality check your butt can't Kenneth stalks celery with a berry wine bag. slung upon his shoulder like a limp corpse. Playtex said ftc spew I'm wondering "what reality check?" as I choke on your gift horse thief with the eye of whore-us. He gave us the sign and said "for we have the Neon word and seventh sight." And then we ate cheese.
Getting aroundTo 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.
AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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