GridcosmLevel 41 of 4695
Created on May 02, 1997.
Grid poemThe sun became preoccupied with gloating, his shine became grotesque, so someone summoned an angel to clean up this fuckin' mess, she looked down on it all and gasped for Mother had rid her of bloating, her play a cerebral burlesque, and anyone could drum in opinions, unhindered, more or less. the stinking pool of sulfurous air where happy bunnies fill their tummies and surface appearances can be deceiving... He wished he had done it, because there are many dead planets in the galaxy of heaven and too many people persons in those that are alive.
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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