Published at: 11:09 am - Tuesday September 29 2009
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.
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Published at: 11:09 am - Tuesday September 01 2009
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.
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