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The Concrete Garden

shutz — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 15:00:25 +0000

After the chlorophyll plague swept through the planet’s vegetation, the few remaining plants and trees became very rare and precious.

But I found a solution. I build concrete gardens. Wood, even dead wood, is scarce. But the rocks needed for concrete are everywhere.

Really wish I had green paint, though.

shutz — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 15:00:53 +0000

He had a very special psychic ability: whatever he would paint would never, ever come to pass.

Even though he would paint what looked like very realistic and believable scenes, the event depicted would never occur.

Unfortunately, he never knew he had this power. Nobody else knew, for that matter.