GridcosmLevel 86 of 4696
Started on Jun 07, 1997.
Completed on Jun 08, 1997.
Grid poemBathed in the light of Night Flight and high on pellets, he realised he had no time to do anything and plenty of time to think about it looking at his he and she in the mirror of all things gone. Well, I guess all those pink dots sprinkled on her face means that she's got freckles on her, but he liked to play connect the dots. Ahh vishnoo, a once great godhead reduced to shilling for Activision in the tenderloin. Don't you know a blue mask cannot conceal the danger lurking in the Tiger Woods.
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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