GridcosmLevel 1111 of 4696
Started on May 19, 2002.
Completed on May 20, 2002.
Grid poemTeddy Roosevelt threw out the first ball of the season because he wanted a square deal for everyone. Somehow he got mixed up with Running Diz Knee. But it was all about that 111 or 1111 Energy flow of water, money, sex, kundalini, magnetic immorality objectified when that little elephant flied. Stop the presses! Moby says we're made of stars. Palominos pumped forth an ooze that revealed a tendency toward fulfilling the prophecies of the self-sort. Hit it hard Jimmy and the poor thing will baa calf jew folder and an over the shoulder boulder holder were the golden rule set by Spohie Wadder, a planetary pearl pusher's plans purple plains.
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AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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