GridcosmLevel 749 of 4692
Created on May 11, 2001.
Grid poemLight on the end of the path ringed by eyes and steered by cubes and do some meditation about car-cloning people, places and things groblin attack on flowers, the birds and the shitheads that cared enough to find something funny. It's mostly much blacker than Jonathan Livingstone Siegel. on my lunchbox, and all the other kids laughed at me.
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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