Zombie Survival Kit Night-Light

Posted on July 25, 2010 by kaleidoscopeflux

That’s right, ladies and gentlemen–

the title says it all.

Here is my zombie survival kit night light. It can either be lit by an attached flashlight, or it simply charged by any light source to glow in the dark, thanks to a special paint I used for the back of the case. I made it for a friend that thinks zombies are awesome because—let’s face it—they are.

The case is made out of a spaghetti box.  I used the cardboard backing of the box as the main frame, and the top (which was clear plastic) as the “glass”. I spray-painted the box with metallic spray paint and dabbed it with newspaper to give it a galvanized look. I carved a hole in it for an old clip-on flashlight. I also covered the edges of the box with reflective sheet-metal (which came from a cookie tin), so that the light would better reflect onto the inside of the case.

I took little Royal Jelly vials (after drinking the Royal Jelly over the course of a couple of weeks) and removed the labels by soaking them in hot water. Then, using a syringe, I filled them with a blue liquid made by soaking old marker felt in water. I capped the vials with their original cap, although I had to hot-glue them shut so that the cap would stay on and no liquid would come out.

I put them all together on the plastic tray that they originally came in, except I cut it so that it looked nicer,  and I held them in place with electrical tape which I found outside on the ground. Then I glued that tray onto a piece of an old hard-cover book that I had been using for a collage, and I attached a syringe (no needle, obviously) that I had from a science kit.

Total money spent: $0

I hope you enjoyed my completely upcycled artwork :)

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Prairie wind reconstruction: Sunset musings

Posted on July 13, 2010 by kaleidoscopeflux
The vastness of it all sneaks up on you.
Dimensionless space,  stretched out, thoroughly kneaded into existence,
and lain down onto an otherwise absent landscape.
It’s immediately clear that this is a place where life is not something that’s granted,
But rather, something that must be earned.
*
The winds have no problem tearing your flesh clean off the bone. They will indulge,
Exposing your porous architecture, and allowing to billow the vapours held within.
The heavy smog will then secure your head,
and make you watch your own stowed-away corruption
Interact with airborne distillates of oil-rig city shame.
*
The misplaced smell of rich earth is sure to want to mingle,
An impractical joke, this land—the troubled sister of a terrain more productive,
Raised by hordes of farmers wielding impressive tools, terrible habits,
And indecent techniques which they forced upon her unwilling body, time and time again,
Tilling her group-ravaged soil into traumatized dirt, barely held together by unbounded roads.
*
These roads are lined by small, compacted rodents— casually, yet almost reliably.
Given the sheer size of the machinery responsible for this, and modern developments in hydraulics,
It’s unthinkable that the drivers felt any sort of impact when going over these creatures,
Yet every sunset, for a split second—though they convince themselves otherwise—
They’re visited by thoughts of burrows and unexplainable cravings for specific grasses.
*
They say the last glimpse of the sunset is always a false one,
That the sun has already set and as the atmosphere refracts its rays,
The spectacle we’ve come to love is a big, magnificent lie.
If that’s the case, then this place that’s almost entirely horizon,
Is surely home to the biggest, most magnificent lies of them all.

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