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The domes and dildos of pressurized buildings cast slowly lengthening shadows.
Coming and then there wasn't even time for gas and
I can't summon anymore gas! Leo warned. The His faced turned red. 'Wow, that came out wrong. I mean the burning kind.
Flames from the lips may be produced by holding in the mouth a sponge saturated with the purest gasoline.
In the deepest pits of 'Ell, Where the worst defaulters dwell (Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em), There's some lovely coloured rays, Pyrotechnical displays, But you can't expect the burning to admire 'em!
Really, while gas is an awful thing to watch - the death is painful - to even watch these deaths - it's also bad to die from a bullet, a hand grenade, or a machete.
I don't know what that gas is made of, but it can't smell any worse than Ernie Johnson 's gym bag.
If I could light my own farts I could fly to the moon or at least Uranus.
The sizzle I felt being near him was so intense, but I couldn't figure out if they were fireworks or warning flares.
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
No air, no balloons!
Save Gas, Fart in a Jar.
There were no sparks, just a gasoline fire burning through the dark
That was the way with Moldenke, a brightly burning candle with a shortened wick, destined to burn low and give off gas.
It is an active flame that fliesFirst to the babies in the eyes.
Not another word, not another thought, not another sniffle. If you need to pass gas, I pray you'll clench your backside and keep walking until we are certainly alone.
Blood! Blast! And Fire
A douche of spray blinded my brother for a moment.
Have you been sniffing fairy farts?
Conor, haven't you ever seen a firefly before?"
"Not like that. That's a flyine sixty-watt lightbulb.
I've been breastfeeding for two years. I could light the gas ring with my nipples.
Zapped while zipping.
Oh. My. Candlesticks.
Miles later and the heat is just ferocious. Sunglasses and goggles are not enough for this glare. You need a welder's mask.
Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.
That boy thinks the sun rises out of your backside. The good Lord knows why if all it produces is gas.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
A monstrous, grisly light poured in on them. - a hideous light - a boiling, pestilential light - a light that would have disfigured hell. The
Maggot twitch, some people called it. If you'd seen much of the war, you had it. Some more. Some less. But everybody had it.
The Fire Team's tanks were filled with a jellied gasoline/holy water mix: scourging and sacramental.
Smoke 'em if you got 'em.
Pincushions. I'm a long time threatening to buy one. Sticking them all over the place. Needles in window curtains.
river, small green flames, red flames, white flames, pursuing,
I'm afraid of the dark, so I have a lot of night-lights.
The guy could sell sunlamps in a cancer ward.
THERE IS A GAS LEAK IN THE BASEMENT OF THE SCHOOL. THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC. IT IS JUST A GAS LEAK WHICH MAY LEAD TO AN EXPLOSION AT ANY MOMENT. PLEASE ALL GO TO THE OVAL, AS PER THE FIRE DRILLS.
-Charlie on the P.A.
Use a flamethrower to shed a little light on what you got in the ammo store, why dontcha?
The smog curled between the streetlamps and the spokes of the wrought iron framework. It seemed through your body and into your bones.
Suddenly, she emitted a loud, long fart, like air escaping a beach ball, exhaust pipe of a Model T, tire-inflating hose at the service station, and this without any forewarning borborygmus.
Glass flowers exploding. Slow trail of colors down the sky like stains dispersing in the sea, candescent polyps extinguished in the depths.
The smell of life." "The smell of farts.
Beer goggles are no match for atrocious lighting.
It having been a very cold night last night I had got some cold, and so in pain by wind, and a sure precursor of pain is sudden letting off farts, and when that stops, then my passages stop and my pain begins
Take lights and deform them as brutally as you can.
Horned lizards shoot jets of blood from their eyes for distances of up to 5 feet. I don't know why they do this because whenever I reach the phrase "shoot jets of blood from their eyes" in an article I just stop there and stare at it until I need to lie down.
The response is the faint, silent flickering of lights on the ends of the cylinders as, one by one, they propel themselves away, onward and down into the swirling gases below. For
The gaslight radiating from this opening gave an ocher tone to the miasma that emanated from within.
Sometimes you have to fight fire with a blowtorch
I'll let a mystery gas out of my blistery ass
Just to disrupt the misery of history class.
... the last year had seen women and children carrying [gas] masks about as they carried a handbag or a skipping rope.
Things that burn very brightly, we wonder how long they can keep burning.
white phosphorus flowers, burning without oxygen,
The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris.
Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?" said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. "And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven - it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick.
are you breathing, are you lucky enough
to be breathing
crepuscle, the mysterious half-light that comes at both ends of the day, when the small secret things come out to feed. There
How hard can it be to blow up a room full of gasoline?!
YOU COULD LOCK the Gasman in a padded cell with some dental floss and a bowl of Jell-O, and he'd find a way to make something to explode.
They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?
rolling eye balls
Sparks. Good metaphor. Walking on crumpled tinfoil. I'd have to remember that one.
Most of the lights were burning brightly, but near the center of the spool was a patch of unlit bulbs - a substantia nigra deep inside the tangle.
Madness, and then illumination.
never use a halogen light bulb, as it could start a fire.
Watching them you'd almost think that a firefly winks out of existence, then comes back to life, vanishes again, returns. That when it's not lit, it's not there at all.
But it is.
All I can think is: I need air. The rest of my thoughts are a blur of radio static and fluorescent lights and lab coats and steel tables and surgical knives
Eat more beans to produce more gas.
- It's gas but, isn't it? How we get suckered in. Some prick in a white coat says if you eat all o' your peas Gina Lollobrigida will sit on your face.
Nuke em till they glow and then shoot 'em in the dark
Thomson's small oil sketches of the last years palpitate and throb. They are as direct in attack as a punch in the nose.
The bullets are useless! And it's dilating!
flickering lamps scattered here
My goodness, they were like hand grenades of testosterone rolling in the door, sucking all the air out of the room.
The gas-cylinders had by this time been put into position on the front line. A special order came round imposing severe penalties on anyone who used any word but "accessory" in speaking of the gas. This was to keep it secret, but the French civilians knew all about the scheme long before this.
Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.
Fear and doubt bloated in his lower extremities and the gas from the created cloud steamed upward and into the recesses of his soul.
Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
Satiated with the great purposelessness of it, we gently belched nerve gases into the next generation
Human orgasm, firecracker. Vampire orgasm, atomic blast.
Farts are just the ghosts of the things we ate.
The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.
There is a moon shaped rictus in the streetlamp's globe where a stone has gone and from this aperture there drifts down through the constant helix of aspiring insects a faint and steady rain of the same forms burnt and lifeless.
Excellent. They were flammable.
What light through yonder window breaks?
I feel like a drummer with no sticks and somebody keeps farting on my snare drum.
The orange and purple ones destroyed my home. Now Ma Gasket will destroy theirs! Do you hear me, Leo? Jason? Piper? I come to annihilate you!
An invisible gas clouds his thoughts, exhaust from a bus left with its engine running in the middle of his brain.
I burned too bright. I saw too much.
And in the evening, everywhere
Along the roadside, up and down,
I see the golden torches flare
Like lighted street-lamps in the town.
A flame burns brightest just before it goes out.
Hot oil! We need hot oil! ... Forget the water balloons!
In depression, buy gas balloons; they would make you feel lighter.
When I come onstage, I'm exploding.
The fumes of cruciferous vegetables, roiling in plastic bags. Nothing
You should wear flames more often. They suit you.
I've begun to picture my abdominal cavity occupied instead by a single glowing globe,
The streetlight forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds.
My Little Pegasus pyjamas, the
What the holy hand grenade was that?
Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.