GridcosmLevel 1660 of 4696
Created on Dec 13, 2003.
Grid poemRecycling pix and asking questions that seem sournes but queasy was not the deal that the broker broke No, she was tarantella rapture fast, lockjaw tight and stone cold jab tea saw it the hovering orb of light his aunt called will o' the wisp Tim O'Reilly. Oh really?
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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