Gridcosm
Level 141 of 4746Created on Aug 13, 1997.
Artist matrix
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Grid poem
The leers of the dancing skampering death's head skull, which had suddenly arisen from a settee made of day-old souffles, made me feel utterly exposed to bubbling up from the claws of darkness the corporatedesignerwhore asks . . . what time is love ? Half past affection. . . . I catch a whiff of the same old song-and-dance, and in my eyes there are fragments of my last misconception.Getting around
To 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.Administrivia
This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)
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