GridcosmLevel 53 of 4692
Created on May 09, 1997.
Grid poemFilled to the brim with girlish glee and shuddering, he realized....He'd played himself in a one-man ensemble production of real life. Damn! When the genies came out to play, they spoke frequently of the grid that dare not speak its name ; and thus, nameless shall remain. When I think of all those O's that lick my nose and wiggle my toes and make no recompense for the tissues he blows
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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