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Baby you're a firework, come on, let your colors burst!!
What is the colour of abstraction? What is the smell of hope?
All we are is a lot of talking nitrogen.
Dawn tinted the darkness like water ink.
Time is purple / Just before night.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Additionally, you can paint a neon sign over our heads that says, 'Easy meal, follow the flashing lights.
The gloomy shade of death.
The city man, in his neon-and-mazda glare, knows nothing of nature's midnight. His electric lamps surround him with synthetic sunshine. They push back the dark. They defend him from the realities of the age-old night.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
I am now standing in a mixture of cooling fluid, gasoline, and cola.
Alcohol is for drinking, gas is for cleaning parts, and nitro is for racing!
dark-gray cylinder,
Rainbows, very macho -Leo
War and tooth enameled
salted lemon childhoods
All colors run, none of us solid
Don't look for shadow behind me
I carry it within
I live cycles of light and darkness
The view from the apartment's one window was of another building's gray ferroconcrete wall, which was intermittently lit by the white neon flicker from the Ringer Hut noodle shop sign across the street. As
The wind howled about the bus, and the wipers slooshed heavily back and forth across the windshield, smeering the city into a red and yellow neon wetness. It was early afternoon, but it looked like night through the glass
(When chlorophyll chewing gum came into fashion two decades later, it was that colour.)
We Got Llamas!" Odd words to see in neon.
...bottle green Jaguar.
I like things bright.
Not only will those ultra bright European sulphur diode high beams ' catch a deer in the headlights' they'll vaporize it too
I charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
I am kind of like a diesel. It is the cyclist in me.
Skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels ...
The internal combustion engine, one of the greatest technological advancements in history, has an unfortunate downside, namely air pollution so thick that, very soon, sixty-four packs of crayons will include the color Sky Brown
red-hot fireflies
Xander Harris: Hair. Red. Red is good. Fire engines are red. Porsche's are red.
There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids
light bright shining
It was dusk and the light had an ultra-violet quality to it, a final burst of pigmentation as night and day rushed at each other in a clash of colour prisms before darkness finnaly, inevitably won out.
Red running through silver, joining into something darker.
What is dark within me, illumine.
Georges Claude made a fortune from his neon signs, but lost most of it in the 1930s with hair brained schemes to make electricity using the temperature difference between the top of the ocean and its icy depths. He almost ended his career imprisoned for life.
The Color Of Extraordinary.
Everywhere I go I smell fresh paint.
When yellow lights struggle with blue shades in hairlike lines.
Dark with excessive bright.
If I had a power color, it would definitely be SPARKLE" ~Landon Brinkley
You hit the Lord of The Titans with a blue plastic hairbrush.
What light through yonder window breaks?
A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent
sweet, not lasting;
The perfume and suppliance of a minute;
No more.
What, in the end, makes advertisements superior to criticism? Not what the moving red neon says - but the fiery pool reflecting it in the asphalt.
Rainbows. Very Macho! ~Leo Valdez
The cunning livery of hell.
Behind me the radiator goes on, giving yet another encore performance. Tink, tink, tink, tink.The warmth slowly comes up on my back. Hard worker, that heater. The bulb, on the other hand, is doing a flickering thing, showing some signs of fatigue. You're losing, bulb.
Cyanide. On ice with a twist of lime. Or water. But I'm not budging on the lime."
Lyon, Jennifer (2013-02-22). The Proposition (The Plus One Chronicles) (Kindle Location 1365). Jennifer Lyon Books. Kindle Edition.
The light of life!
Destiny spelled out in a constellation of cheap chrome.
Seeing an endless red stream of tail lights, an automotive blood supply
Orange, Longbottom.
in a crisp block, glinting under the street lights.
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.
Brass, stay down all summer.
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
I began to feel like I was wearing a sign on my forehead that said FUCKED UP in big neon letters.
fraudulent blue ozone
shit and shine-ola
Turner has outdone himself; he seems to paint with tinted steam, so evanescent and so airy.
A translucent person appears to glow as if from the inside. It's as though they've been lit up from inside and they appear to emit light.
Threat Level Fuchsia. Fuchsia!
a Nean derthal with a badge.
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue - the sky
Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.
The modern city consists of ... dark, narrow streets full of gasoline fumes, coal dust, and toxic gasses, torn by the noise ...
Behind him, the late-afternoon sun ignited the particulate matter in the Los Angeles sky a polluted shade of gold. The
hay gold dusk of late spring,
At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.
Evanescent like ice that is melting away;
Light and evanescent but held together by bolts of iron
Carbon's eastern neighbor on the table, nitrogen, dresses up diamonds in pinks, yellows, oranges, and brownish tints known romantically as 'champagne.'
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!
Paint in blue and black ... sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
I like sparkly things.
I love the whole futuristic landscape of dark, rainy neon, the mix of Eastern and Western cultures and the beautiful shots of the flying cars.
The pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
Green hills wash sunlight blue.
Vivonex (see Chapter 6 for full details). Vivonex is an elemental
Rush life like a yellow light.
colored thing over the door as if it's contaminated. "Got it," he says, as if he's retrieved a Frisbee. "Savannah, do you have this in something a little more exciting? A brighter color?
I like Passion Duo, our brand-new gloss fusion lipstick. I also like our Illuminator - it's a glow-illuminating powder.
The light that brings the dawn.
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
I felt like a punk who'd gone out to buy a switchblade and come home with a small neutron bomb.
"Screwed again", I thought. "What good's a neutron bomb in a streetfight?
I love the smell of emissions
How lovely yellow is! It stands for the sun.
It is summer and luminous.
The orange-red lipstick named "Hibiscus Frenzy" that was produced by a giant American corporation, which Glamora was paid to wear so that every factory and office girl in England and America and possibly Australia who aspired to look like her would buy it, glowed under the sun.
My best girl wore diesel. Steamy asphalt ribbons poured over her gravel shoulders. Curves that took me to Zanzibar....
The brief sound is like a color swallowed by a crack. But what color?
The real yellow peril: Gold.
City lights shine bright on my complexion,
Self-reflection ... red hairs flashing at the intersection.
Life is a green light, one star, no script,
Supporting actors ... fresh peaches, no pit.
Better than that orange crap you wear!
The overhead light streaked
I totally feel like Buffy right now. All I need is a girly leather jacket," L said breathlessly.
"And some vampires. Don't forget that."
"Lighters qualify."
"I guess they do. So, your turn. Stab me.
Just snow and sapphire and ink.
At first I was iridescent, then I became transparent, finally I was absent
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
When two(cars) run an orange, the red leaks." MS
Electroclash is good because it's stayed underground.