GridcosmLevel 1365 of 4664
Started on Feb 19, 2003.
Completed on Feb 20, 2003.
Grid poemWhile picking some green lumps out of his nose, he pondered how, aside from slaughtering the occasional unwelcome wasp, he was the only hell his mama raised. She ain't never done ate raw fish, but her boy was a connoisseur of the shit. He especially loved the day-glow Hiroshima rainbow roll. When the bill came he used to always say "Gawd damn that dagnab cacm tax well hell I don't want to pay for your oil war! reinforcing the metal beams, squinting into the blinking lights as well as configuring boxed in methods of machinery testing.
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