Gridcosm
Level 797 of 4746Started on Jun 11, 2001.
Completed on Jun 12, 2001.
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Grid poem
No one knew why he couldn't resist the call of Hall or Oats. He was l'amour fou there are clues. I am wot I ha am cite fit so give me some of what jabba smokin while i slip just the tip in to another grid biennale costa rica cats sacrificed on the alter of the 21st century boat of alien creeps that did what they wanted with our motivations, and never a please or thanks exchanged.Getting around
To 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.Administrivia
This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)
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