Gridcosm

Level 479 of 4709
Created on Jan 26, 2000.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

It's almost my 33rd burfday, so let me shake my so let me shake my stankin' ass up in here until my heart pounds my chest like fists to the sky. When it comes to the heart attack, one should hold the arms up, not back, because all this money is in the stroke like the first card to hit the 32nd spoke of a seven tiny angel cycle. The ace of diamonds could be heard slapping the air like cherry blushed cheeks to sing a song with beats repeaating like scraps of cherry apple pie iin golden tooth kernels. Colonel Korn sat, eyes wide open, hoping for a knob to turn itself in time and serve the music.

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This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.

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