GridcosmLevel 947 of 4696
Started on Jan 04, 2002.
Completed on Jan 05, 2002.
Grid poemNobody who really cared knew how much more than that thing it meant like no thang, but someone believed that while she had fun, her hair became curly. When she pondered, it was long. Sometimes it looked like a Munchkin's headpiece. But simple shits like us recognize how those tainted glass ceilings die hard because we already know that code is never 100% perfect and neither are people, but that's ok. Because there's a tune on the machine without fail. (Mr. Beanerweiner)
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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