Gridcosm

Level 533 of 4712
Started on Sep 12, 2000.
Completed on Sep 13, 2000.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

La belle marcha vers moi et je fondais sur place then u might imerge yourself in the silence of a mosk The smoke was cearing when I came to in a pool of warm spit.The foam ringed-it was Em,that which."Tooth decay is a myth!"she shrieked hue fist its but the illusion persists 4..u whore..5..yer jive..SIX-SEX,,Yer one eye jimmy squirmin'dead on the deck At the count of three, you will vote for a drunken crack head frat boy..., 1...2...3... and the dame kept at it - and at it in the smoky haze of the shooting - she was determined and blood spattered - truly unflappable.

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