GridcosmLevel 488 of 4697
Started on Feb 05, 2000.
Completed on Feb 07, 2000.
Grid poemThe (ten) demo uncovered twelve dirty frozen PEs singing dream algorithms until Encroah and Baptism came on like a heat wasser dispenser with a wall of wet sounding winkle cream. No time left to pay. But really there is no mind left of mule 88. ad effort el hen. The coat is FURAMA and could never offend reality, so go be a foo and drive the lane fro fed. Thus Hidden Jesus semantically claimed the gridcosm was the land of the free for the fee imposed by coming hard to a cod brig with an acid borg hymn. Thatsalotta dBs.... Whew. Yogi has sat ten yds. At 10.8_1:32 the roof came in and said DiMagio. King of the hill with the eight honk fill for TV dinners and crackers or finks on the grill swill with a pill called chill to the FO. Connections gathering in conceptual drops and falling like rain. The high knife toll..., the honkie LL fight.... (Lighten hi folk.) Now drop and give me amp derived nog.
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