smoke

The light cuts through the window at a 90 degree angle. Exhaled smokes dances with swirling patterens in the piercing light eventually finding its way through the screened window

Excuse me is that your penguin?

I'd do a lot of stupid things in the company of your penguin, but mostly I'd like scuttle about in the dusty desert heat, hand-in-fin then dance until dawn.

Boiling bags of salty snot

The plastic bends softens in the tortuous whirl of the frothing bubbles. The green liquid inside continues to claw away at the confines of the Ziploc bag. Molecules heated to the point of rage gather and conspire to stick together forming their last defense against the vile juice contained inside it. Seeing the weakened molecules the mushy goop gathers its strength to continue its offense. Now in alliance with the arduous boiling bubbles the bag faces attack from all sides. The grueling attack continues, the bag twirls, reels, and spins to the point of exhaustion. Under the pressure the bag bursts - slime gushes out from the opening. The bag, empty of its snotty contents is left to the mercy of the now mingling liquids.