Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Frothy Mugs of Water

The steins and mugs in this cabinet communicate the attribute of inebriation to any potable liquid that is poured, condensed, mixed, melted, synthesized, fractionated, or otherwise put in them. Taste and composition are not affected. Mass is conserved. Calvinists are scandalized. Prohibitionists are furious.

Perfect for any meeting of Mothers Against Drunk Driving.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Count to Ten

From the Blue Lexicon…

Instruction Counter: A person or device whose cadence marks time betwixt commands from the nearest standard authority.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Real Glasswings

The far wall of this room is glass looking out onto the marsh. Potted plants rest on tables going out to either side past the curvature of the earth. Clear-winged butterflies alight from bloom to bloom. Their wings allow the sunbeam's pass as well as any crystal; transparent as ice.

Your shoe crunches at your step. A shattered butterfly's entrails glisten over shards of wings. The wings of its brethren are the same: glass. The stems of the potted plants wear thin gashes where the edges of those wings glanced them. The butterflies shy from you as normal butterflies would; but a mass collision would give the ordeal of a thousand cuts. To death or not.