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I made you all wet.
The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world - oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.
spattering the walls with pulp and guano, like graffiti artists.
As a backup, I intended to get a quart of defense spray. I wasn't much good with a gun, but I was bitchin' with an aerosol can.
I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don't want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall.
What was unusual was that this brick appeared new and was covered in spray paint.
Like roses and mustard gas.
You're going to need a dann big can of big spray! Or maybe a rocket-propelled grenade. I have one in the garage, you want it?
A truck shot past in a whine of spray.
You can't smear acrylics, you know, it dries too fast.
Not advisable is spread thickly over this entire situation.
Caught red-handed for exclamation abuse.
The name's Pepper like the spray, so I guess you wouldn't want me in your face!
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk
It was just wet, not stinky?
She's whacked with happy, which kind of infects anyone within a ten-foot radius." She stuffed salad in her mouth to get it over with. "Like an airborne virus."
"God, you romantic fool. No wonder I adore you.
do u wnt 2 shoot it all over my face?
The air was so thick with testosterone that the wallpaper was getting soggy.
Bomb me, make me vaporise
Beh oui. Better sticky than burned.
A customer facing crucial decisions:
What should I wipe myself with? What should I brush with? His personal hygiene was deteriorating rapidly as he stared at the rows of possibilities, sweating profusely. Would he ever bathe again?
her hair was piled up under a broad-brimmed
Swathed in an old tweed coat on which the damp had settled like a thousand tiny pearls.
How can you defame mud when such a beautiful flower grows from it?
his shiny armour splattered with more goo than an amateur porn queen.
As crude a weapon as a cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.
Seeped into his bones from decades of sitting outdoors in
I sprayed my dog with off and he still sits in my favorite chair!!
He fumed like a bottled storm.
The magazine said to blend. Daisy blended for all she was worth, trying to spread that dark stuff around.
I spilled spot remover on my dog; now he's gone.
It was about three feet wide and stippled
topped with whipped cream, chopped nuts
He hurled another vast pot of unstable thaumaturgic compound at the militia. It fell short, but burst with such violence that it splashed onto and over the shields, mixing with the distillate and sending two officers screaming to the floor as their skin became parchment and their blood ink.
She watered her pepper plants with the water she used to rinse out her unmentionables ...
First you have to spread on the rust performer, then you add a coat of protective enamel, and then you spray on the satin finish so you look good.
Outside, the world whistled. The rain was stained.
We've discovered a way to dilute
It soaked into me like water into sand, fast and heavy-making.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?
I'm covered with loser dust.
It was the nearest to a casualty on the Spray in her whole course, so far as I know. The young man having come on board with compliments made the mishap most embarrassing.
A layer of fine powder coats his skin.
"My lungs are turning to concrete," Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting.
"So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?" Avery coughs and pats Rob's back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.
Pour, varlet, pour the water
The water steaming hot!
A spoonful for each man of us
Another for the pot!
Being covered in white paint ,you demonstrate behaviour intended to create a public nuisance,which did in fact cause offence to members of the public ,and created a breach of the peace and public order.
Splat. Without thought, she'd thrown mud all over his face. So much for femme fatale.
He sputtered in disbelief, then roared, What the ever-livin' feck -
Drizzle happiness wherever you go.
Stained raincoats, I reckon." "And shitpaper stuck to their shoes.
It is one of those big-smelling days, when people bring the outdoors in with them, the scent of rain on their sleeves, in their hair.
I started with one squirt but didn't think that was enough, so I ended up accidentally spraying on six more. I went back to the beach to wait, smelling like a department-store tragedy.
The shit's gonna splatter. Start buggin' yo.
These words have been sanitized for your protection. An adjective and a noun, respectively.
A steady spray of mist silently soaks my fooyball jersey, an irritating rain we locals call spit. Not worth the trouble of opening an umbrella. Not worth spit. Kind of like me.
Our bounty, like a drop of water, disappears, when diffus'd too widely
Tioga did you wipe it on my mustache?
There is a sort of human paste that when it comes near the fire of enthusiasm is only baked into harder shape.
A sure sign of ineptitude and malice is manifested when one's attacker is willing to cover himself with mud in order to try and make some of it adhere to his target.
He sprayed on a bit of this man's body-spray thing his mom had gotten for free at Walmart, feeling like a douche, but thinking it was better to feel like a douche than to smell like an asshole.
sidewalk, waited until the butt cooled, and
Baby, why are you all wet?
In the bottle the acids were long ago resolved; the imperial dye had softened with time, as the colour grows richer in stained windows; and the glow of hot autumn afternoons on hillside vineyards, was ready to be set free and to disperse the fogs of London.
Honey poured over thunder.
You've got sunscreen on, right?" ...
"You didn't get your back," Zane said, picking up a bottle of sunscreen and pouring some onto his hand.
Her legs almost gave out and her heart pounded in her ears. Zane Hollander was about to go where no man had gone before and lotion her back.
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
What's dry?' 'Good question. Next question!
Persian insect powder, mixed into a paste with petroleum jelly, had killed the lice in her hair, but then she'd inspected her clothes and found them infested with body lice, likely picked up from one of the walking wounded who
It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under the hooded dryer, and, when finally released from pink plastic rollers, sprang free and full, flowing down her back like a celebration. Her father called it a crown of glory.
How very wet this water is.
From the corners of her mouth, thick yellow goo bubbles. It matches the mess between Vesper's fingers, the slime on her chin, on her legs, the blobs that randomly pepper things, the blast radius massive, confounding
Each touch of dust on the clouding lenses was a violation, a dirty man touching something pure.
I paint the way I spread butter on pumpernickel.
Perfume: any smell that is used to drown a worse one.
Water dripping from his slapping fruits
Emotion that I experienced on first seeing the fresh paint come out of the tube ... the impression of colours strewn over the palette: of colours - alive, waiting, as yet unseen and hidden in their little tubes ...
The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination. Rain
drenching his shirt with saltwater
Washed clean like a porcelain, with housewifely care ...
They bright whiten all this sepulchre with powdered chloride of lime. It's a perfectly sanitary war.
That was like swatting June bugs off a fly.
Hey!" Sam snapped, ducking the sticky shrapnel. "Keep your snot to yourself."
Dev scoffed at that. "Oh, so now you don't want to touch me, huh?" He tsked. "What is it with women? the instant you put a little slime on them, they get squeamish and have no more use for you.
Sterile." "Or they were very careful, and
Hand me down the shark repellent Bat-Spray!
L'art
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
The chalk dust was everywhere. On her pants. All over her shirt. She looked like she'd fallen into a vat of 1980s eye shadow. It had mixed with her hand sweat and formed a kind of Smurf epoxy.
I want sprinkles.
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
The mist was like a faint perfume.
A Waft of Cheese
Anoint, v.: To grease a king or other great functionary already sufficiently slippery.
Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
took the bottle of Texas Driver out
She turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the shower; but it was not enough.
The dirt was on the inside.
We can call it Isratine.
O gentle son, / Upon the heat and flame of thy distemper, sprinkle cool patience.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
As if it would slide off their brains at an angle, leaving a scuff mark.
oil paints...the look of licked lips.
Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.