Gridcosm
Level 824 of 4837Started on Jul 04, 2001.
Completed on Jul 06, 2001.
Artist matrix
Grid poem
babelfish Uncle Sambo. We all called him Hambone. Hambone wasn't amorphous fire and ice awash bub owe nothing. Over there they babel like pisces needing ain't nothing like some good ol' American naked greed! Ya know, I love America, her secret's safe with me...I kissed America when she was fleecing me...sometimes I think of her When she is fucking you quoth the ravenous, ever more skin the goat.
Getting around
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This is Gridcosm engine version 2.980.Completed level images are licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 Generic License. (This does not apply to individual pieces by single artists.)