Gridcosm
Level 41 of 4861Created on May 02, 1997.
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Grid poem
The 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.
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This is Gridcosm engine version 2.980.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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