GridcosmLevel 1182 of 4695
Started on Jul 31, 2002.
Completed on Aug 02, 2002.
Grid poemThey are ditch rat turd bags and now I itch for no reason at all the mirror magic can seem dull, but ya know whatever, I don't care, a bug on the windshield of life or... so the Romans, like whatever, but we have our own thoughts about the ol' shell game for love with no connection to reality or the rest of the grid, it's all about me, me , me and McMoxie's daughter and went out with his underwear on the outside of his pants for like the fifth time this week.
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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