GridcosmLevel 497 of 4696
Started on Mar 07, 2000.
Completed on Mar 19, 2000.
Grid poem``All your gods are merely skeletons, worn to the bone by every soap salesman trying to grab a piece of patriotism, a piece of environmentalism, a piece of new urbanism, a piece of every mind in America, Europe, Japan, and everywhere else peoples' lives are being converted into a process of merely obtaining things'' she said. '' You count on him like you did all the times in the past that I stuck up for your lousy ass habits.'' How would you like your eggs? Swimming in your watery knee of Love. Love. Sex. Sex. Chitty Chitty. Bang. Bang. Bleg Bleg. The red-headed kitties stole the pork chop opera hat of the late cassette artist finding his voice drowned out by patented sugar water
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