GridcosmLevel 1224 of 4696
Created on Sep 16, 2002.
Grid poemSleeping beauties always wait for prince charmings. Asleep in glass coffins with only one wish and the key to a man's heart is suppossedly through his stomach, but what the hell am I doing to speak of this now -- vicarious wish fufullment groblin attack -- sure if you want to call it that - it may be happening right now -- but I am not looking forward to looking forward to the obsolete absolute - but am happy to chill out a warm color scheme as I sit caffeinated, yet still languid and depressed in the dusty basement
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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