GridcosmLevel 6 of 4664
Created on Apr 15, 1997.
Grid poemSimon says: Hands up, palms in and ye shall have no false gods before me until the mailman comes. with a great flowing presence which into her soul of souls until my teeth hurt. even though we all know everything is going to be okay and finally harvest time was upon them until spanish rain washes us senseless.
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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