Gridcosm

Level 565 of 4712
Started on Oct 04, 2000.
Completed on Oct 05, 2000.

Artist matrix

Grid poem

He could have been crushed by the Eddie float, and into Jell-O&Cool Whip dessert clouds, they fiercely burned: forests, farm felds, villages hard against the Cevennes in the caves of chalk and cheese, Nazis and Resistance massacring one another where Honoré Daumier apparently said something roughly equivalent to 'so this is why we got ourselves lost for?' We should pass find the parthenogenesis awake! God said do unto yourself as you will, and it made a sketch of itself. The banana was not ripe. The medium is the massage

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This is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.

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