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Sour gas is one of the most dangerous, toxic substances known to man.
Here, rancid air hangs heavily in a void, its texture thick, liquid, clinging, in a night full of the hot smells of decay.
Toxic people will pollute everything around them. Don't hesitate. Fumigate.
Smell is one of the key to unlock our momories
From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.
What's that smell?" Reynolds asked.
That smell is the stuff they grow mushrooms in."
DeForrest sniffed the air. "Shit?" he asked.
Captain Suzie shrugged. "Manure.
Our gazes struck like flint and steel. And I realized that gunsmoke smell wasn't ozone. It was us. We burned.
The air was a malodorous broth, and all labored to inhale it. The
Excrement, meet air-moving device.
Everyone is obsessed with air fresheners. We associate smell with disgust. But we're all locked into the body; we can't escape it.
The kids I knew growing up who worked on bikes all loved the smell of gas. It is the liquid agent for speed.
That strong, grassy smell, raw milk in a tin cup.
the rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air.
Fire's an excellent purifier.
It smelled like Lysol and desperation.
YOU DON'T SMELL FIRE," I yelled. YOU SMELL SMOKE.
He could taste the familiar tang of museum air - an arid, deionized essence that carried a faint hint of carbon - the product of industrial, coal-filter dehumidifiers that ran around the clock to counteract the corrosive carbon dioxide exhaled by visitors.
There was the stink of burning martyr in the air.
Soot is a mixture of chemicals that would eventually be found to contain several carcinogens.
There was a strong odor of electricity, grease and existential bitterness.
Everything stinks till it's finished.
The ardour chills us which we do not share.
a total fucking gas
Bond smelt the smell of danger.
The smell of chemicals clings to the kitchen, a strange mixture of bleach and noxious lemon. The floor glistens, everything within eyesight scoured.
Smell is a fallen angel.
If you eat Chinese food, your farts come out like Chinese food. If you eat Mexican food, your farts come out like Mexican food. And milk, it's like - you can smell the warmth in the fart. My wardrobe on Transformers always smells like farts, and I have no idea why.
Oh? And what's so stinking about it?.
I stopped and filled my lungs, smelling Africa - smelling dust, woodsmoke, a perfume from a flower, something musty, something decaying.
Here is America Now: smoke, greasy fumes, the friction of tire rubber, the memory of terrifying refineries with their rubbery rotten-egg smells.
Particular nuisances (are) smoke, sewage odours, dust and similar aerosols, and vibrations.
Everything stinks until it's finished.
The air smelled of paper and dust and years.
God have pity on the smell of gasoline
which finds its way like an arm
through a car window,
more human than kerosene,
more unctuous, more manly.
I'm going to aerosolize me some dead guys.
Foul smell of the things that we do to escape
There is no glamour in this. No rock and roll.
This is just endings. This is just grief.
Hydrogen selenide, I decided, was perhaps the worst smell in the world. But hydrogen telluride came close, was also a smell from hell. An up-to-date hell, I decided, would have not just rivers of fiery brimstone, but lakes of boiling selenium and tellurium, too.
The smell of oil in the air was huge and furry.
This whole goddamn house stinks of ghosts.
Like roses and mustard gas.
The coaches stunk of coal smoke and rationed tobacco and rationed booze and the farts of people eating wartime food.
I get out of the car, and I'm blasted by the stench of body odor. Cricket is beside me, and he's talking, but his words don't reach my ears.
Because it's my mother.
Smelling.
On my porch.
The smell of frustration cannot compete with the stench of non-creation
I know,I can smell it, too,
mmmmen stink! bossss stink! hungry
EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla?
Audience: Yeah.
EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you.
My mother inhaled.
The rancid odor mixed with the dust, death, and confusion as they awaited those who could clean up the mess and make death official.
What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells.
Asthmatic spewer of filth gasps, but clean air does not suffice
To fuel fires fueled by thoughts got rotten
Lest we all be forgotten things
That sit like dust upon the mantel of her mind
Fresh air makes me throw up. I can't handle it. I'd rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.
There was so much testosterone in the air, I felt like I needed a gas mask.
As creatures with a body, we should all be especially concerned about the quality of air, water and food we allow into our bodily vehicle.
Smoke and dust hanging over the city like the hand of an angry God
The unpainted walls of the long rectangular room were soaked with the smell of greasy chicken and warm, headless beer. The brown and pink faces floated above the trails of used cigarette smoke like bodiless carnival balloons.
I thought I smelled an early hint of the mysterious bittersweet gas that fills Pittsburgh in the summertime, a smell at once industrial and aboriginal, river water and sulfur dioxide, burning tires and the coat of a fox.
When we breathe it in, soot can interfere with our lungs and increase the risk of asthma attacks, lung cancer and even premature death. The smallest particles can pass into the blood stream and cause heart disease, stroke and reproductive complications.
I'm going to create a very strong scent which can kill a boy!
Being alive, if you had to define it, meant emitting a variety of smells
Okay, everyone, now inhale ... and then dehale!
What is it that I especially find utterly unendurable? That I cannot cope with, that makes me choke and faint? Bad air! Bad air! The approach of some ill-constituted thing; that I have to smell the entrails of some ill-constituted soul!
I inhale, and the two best smells in my world get trapped in my lungs: the salty, cool sting of the ocean in the morning and sweet, morning-sweaty smell of Whit.
The air smelt of booze, sweat and cheap perfume - redolent of sex and danger. There was a kind of frontier recklessness about the atmosphere, Bond thought, and recognised its allure.
Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.
I don't usually stink, but I stunk
It's the smell of life, Mother." Emily drew deep. "Gasoline, horses, the sweat of men, the perfume of women.
The air smelled of blood, sweat, and anger.
What the hell is in swan saliva that burns so badly?
Does life really stink or are you sniffing in the wrong places?
Hazard of the job. That's Ode de Anal Gland you smell.
I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God's clean air.
The dusk smelled like dead leaves and far off fires
Love is in the air but the air is highly polluted
Odors have their own story to tell and the secret is to block them out after they're no longer relevant.
No Matter how you try to cover up smoke, it must come out.
The stench of impurity before God and the angels is so great, that no stench in the world can equal it.
The air was heavy with the smell of leather and dust, of old parchment and binding glue. It smelled of secrets.
Good strong thick stupefying incense-smoke!
Nothing else dangerous we could find. Other than Wayne's body odor." "That's the smell of incredibleness," Wayne called from inside.
Okay, first rule of this carpool. No breaking wind in my car. The only gas that Bernie Mac want to be smelling is unleaded.
Someone had come in and mopped the floor, and the disinfectant smell was
He breathed like an old Ford with a leaky head gasket.
Whoa. Back up. I smell?
As we pulled out of Zacatecas, the air was thick with the odors of smoldering ash, bloody dust, putrefying flesh. The rich ripe smells of triumph.
Smoke: her great-uncle says it is a suspension of particles, billions of drifting carbon molecules. Bits of living rooms, cafes, trees. People.
Even if smog were a risk to human life, we must remember that life in nature, without technology, is wholesale death.
The Deadwood dirt they painted on us with powder. The air always smelled of livestock and something burning, gave a sooty, dense feel to the air. It was a mixture of odors.
This place smells like regret and bad decisions,
The air smelled of salt and frying fish, of hot tar and honey, of incense and oil and sperm.
Oh God. I'm jealous of farts.
A Waft of Cheese
I can't smell moth balls, I find it too difficult to get their tiny legs apart
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
odor like that of rotting meat permeated
The human relationship to combustion is as mysterious as it is fraught with madness. From the candle flame to the nuclear blast, it has lit up the human imagination with fear and fascination.
Now from where I sit this whole thing smells like its downwind from a cow barn on a hot June day!
Everywhere now there was the smell of burning grass.
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?
Oh, come on, Ash, that smells like a unicorn fart.