Gridcosm

Level 2838 of 4709
Started on Mar 28, 2007.
Completed on Mar 29, 2007.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

The once was a boy who had close to nothing. Then people started to give him hope for a better world. one like Johnson's RAYschaum pipe pilfering pleasures from piping pipers the rude wasting of old time, tuba pew sung brassy bombs of religious thought gave those assets to a zombie who's soul was going "Aaaaahhh... OoooOoohhh! I didn't know you were gonna have this much flava! I can't take it! AaaaAhhhh!" Truth be told, it was a little bland. Needed more sauce.

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Administrivia

This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.

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