chrome is a word. Its closest to chromatic, according to me. Chrome can mean different colors.I know, its arbit, but i love being arbit about it. When i started writing about chrome, i thought about her.I like her so much, that its full of chrome.
the shiny chrome from your new car stares back at me, my face reflecting in its sheen.
i’m disappointed. i liked your old car… the 1982 Cutlass had our history in it. we made out all over that thing; we got together inside it.
The most cold unfeeling color of all. Purely business no feeling, cold as steel. But chrome doesn’t want to have this life of tenderless power,it feels too.
Chrome shines like that spark inyour eye
it is hard like the ribs under your shirt,
they lat across the soft beating flesh
chrome reminds me of you,
of the way it holds warmth when heated,
only when heated,
it soaks up whatever temperature is around.
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my new rims were chrome. Chrome? How old am I? I definitely didn’t order these. These are way too much for me. where is that receipt? I don’t think a woman of 35 cruising in chrome rims is right
sparkling not of nature yet strong….gleaming down the street through the facing breeze so cool and fresh. wondering what was around the bend coming up in the road. Only good things have sparkle she thought…
Wheels slid down the track, too fast. The impact ripped through my ribs- I could breathe, everything slowed down. I floated about out of myself as people rushed around me. I hated this attention. I tried to sit up, my skirt ripped
In the future, everything was chrome. How cliche you say? Well, to be fair it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Life, after all, imitates art. Once people had it set in their minds that chrome was the future, well… it was so. People strove to be more futuristic in an ever progressing technological world.
chrome is the color of bike bumpers. the reminiscence begins: i see the ring around my neck from the dirt of creeks and sandboxes. I can smell the wet dog smell of summer and the meticulous polishing of a bikes chrome bumper.
He checked his hair out in the chrome of the car. Not bad, he decided, and kept walking. There was a muffled laugh before he took three steps. Swivelling his head casually, he saw a girl with impossibly long legs leaning against the car heÂ’d just used to check his hair. He swivelled his head back and kept walking, blushing.
Then he stopped.
What, sheÂ’d never used a car as a mirror before? Who was she to judge?
Feeling justifiably perturbed, he turned.
She stood, walked around to the side of the car, and made a big show out of checking out her own hair, angling her head to see both sides. Then she pulled keys out of her pocket, winked with her left eye, and drove off.
In the quickly disappearing chrome, he could see his image, grinning.
chrome is a type of metal that comes on cars mostly. trace adkins has a really horrid song about it. when i think of chrome i think of shiny silver, reflections, and honestly, well black people. most of the time you see big trucks with chrome grills and rims where i come from.
chrome rims are where it is at sir. also the chrome spraypaint. shiny is best. however, gold is better. i would purchase gold before chrome, but only imitation, always imitation. a’right?
Metallic robots entering my ear! he said. i Can’T STAND IT Any more! I have to get these things out! He picked up a hammer and smashed his own skull. Shiny chrome flecked blood dripped out onto the white carpet.
Mother fucking Chrome is the shit on my hood bitchesssssss! HOLY SHIT ITS SOOOOO SMOOTH!!! MY BALLS ARE WET!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! CHROMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Chromosapien is the name of my band. We play real serious rock and art. And roll. We roll deep and don’t fuck around. Serious arty types think we’re the fucking shit. And baked kids think we’re pretty allllright as well. Motherfuckers. We are serious. We eat almost never. We practice almost always. We live in the N Y C and we are hipper than Andy fucking Warhol. Our album is amazing and it will make you shit yourself and then feel jealous of us in a big way. Deal with it, sucka. If you were in Chromosapien you would be so cool. But you’re not. Sucka.
Chrome is used on motorcycles. You see chrome on all those DIY shows where they look really cool and talented. I wonder if I could ever create stuff like that and make it look so easy? hmmm… Probably not.
silver, car fun trace adkins bikes shiny love purple lakjfajwepojwojfa i don’tg know lol walaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa;sldkjfwiejojI love johnnie.
As his skin began to peel back, the look of horror spread across my face. I knew that he wasn’t one of us… He was different. I always knew. He never fit in. And now I see why. The lights and wire began to show more as he came out of the fire. I then knew he was…a Robot.
Chrome is the fancy metal on the semi tractor that all needs hand shining to make the truck look so sharp in the sunlight. Such a pain to take care of though! I still don’t miss doing that!
shiny dome, that bald head of mister clean! Oh, wait, no, it’s my father’s dome that i am thinking of. And my poor poor brother, he inherited that chrome dome mess…I’m so sorry…
Shining, glittering. In idea. Takes many forms. Chrome is thought about in terms of cars. Deified. It is the culmination of class in reference to the automobile. Chrome is a status symbol. We should not be so proud of our plastics
metallic steel something shiny like flatware but flatware is really stainless steel so what the heck is chrome i have no idea – chrome could be somthing like a colour perhaps something yellowish but hey what do i know when i hear the work chrome i think it’s something shiny not something that means much to me anyway. the end. i don’t really care to write anything more about chrome. it’s of no interest to me. so cheerio everybody.
nothing will be as cool as the day that i bought my first car of my own. it was a 2004 dodge neon sxt with a sunroof, 6 disc changer, a spoiler and CHROME wheels. i was so excited!
Google Chrome just didn’t work out for me, so I had Harsha switch it back to Firefox. Now, I can still use that whole speed dial application, but I can’t surf the web under the invisibility cloak. What’s the fun in that, right?
Chrome. As she looked around the room. aalll that she saw was chrome. chrome walls, chrome windows. Heck, it was chrome heaven for that girl. she had never seen anything like it, and yet standing there, it was like if she was in her own little version of chrome heaven. she loved it some much she wished she could live there forever.
The chrome was shining on his truck… his brand new truck. He had always wanted this very thing. It had a bench seat for Jenny to sit next to him on. That way he could just reach over and kiss her any time he was driving… and her red lipstick would reflect in the perfect chrome… better than any silver.
chrome is a word. Its closest to chromatic, according to me. Chrome can mean different colors.I know, its arbit, but i love being arbit about it. When i started writing about chrome, i thought about her.I like her so much, that its full of chrome.
the shiny chrome from your new car stares back at me, my face reflecting in its sheen.
i’m disappointed. i liked your old car… the 1982 Cutlass had our history in it. we made out all over that thing; we got together inside it.
and now it’s gone. what does that say for us?
The car pulled up to the drive through. Shelly couldn’t help but admire the chrome fenders on the vintige Cadallac. The man driving it was smiling
A nice silver affect that I could use as a texture for future UI design. Then again silver isn’t exactly my thing so that may be not the best idea.
chrome plates outline my stove. thirty years old that stove is. why must frigidare decorate in gawdines.
The most cold unfeeling color of all. Purely business no feeling, cold as steel. But chrome doesn’t want to have this life of tenderless power,it feels too.
Chrome shines like that spark inyour eye
it is hard like the ribs under your shirt,
they lat across the soft beating flesh
chrome reminds me of you,
of the way it holds warmth when heated,
only when heated,
it soaks up whatever temperature is around.
Just
Like
You
my new rims were chrome. Chrome? How old am I? I definitely didn’t order these. These are way too much for me. where is that receipt? I don’t think a woman of 35 cruising in chrome rims is right
sparkling not of nature yet strong….gleaming down the street through the facing breeze so cool and fresh. wondering what was around the bend coming up in the road. Only good things have sparkle she thought…
Wheels slid down the track, too fast. The impact ripped through my ribs- I could breathe, everything slowed down. I floated about out of myself as people rushed around me. I hated this attention. I tried to sit up, my skirt ripped
Chrome is like a colour, a stone, a mineral, some metal, a covering, matte and shine in the same space, chrome is man made and yet, not unlikeable.
the chrome top on his bike cast a harsh glare into my eyes. That moment of fear and distraction, would be the last memory I would remember as I died.
In the future, everything was chrome. How cliche you say? Well, to be fair it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Life, after all, imitates art. Once people had it set in their minds that chrome was the future, well… it was so. People strove to be more futuristic in an ever progressing technological world.
chrome is the color of bike bumpers. the reminiscence begins: i see the ring around my neck from the dirt of creeks and sandboxes. I can smell the wet dog smell of summer and the meticulous polishing of a bikes chrome bumper.
He checked his hair out in the chrome of the car. Not bad, he decided, and kept walking. There was a muffled laugh before he took three steps. Swivelling his head casually, he saw a girl with impossibly long legs leaning against the car heÂ’d just used to check his hair. He swivelled his head back and kept walking, blushing.
Then he stopped.
What, sheÂ’d never used a car as a mirror before? Who was she to judge?
Feeling justifiably perturbed, he turned.
She stood, walked around to the side of the car, and made a big show out of checking out her own hair, angling her head to see both sides. Then she pulled keys out of her pocket, winked with her left eye, and drove off.
In the quickly disappearing chrome, he could see his image, grinning.
metalic glowing with potential energy powerful decisive the building block of our material world
chrome is a type of metal that comes on cars mostly. trace adkins has a really horrid song about it. when i think of chrome i think of shiny silver, reflections, and honestly, well black people. most of the time you see big trucks with chrome grills and rims where i come from.
chrome rims are where it is at sir. also the chrome spraypaint. shiny is best. however, gold is better. i would purchase gold before chrome, but only imitation, always imitation. a’right?
Metallic robots entering my ear! he said. i Can’T STAND IT Any more! I have to get these things out! He picked up a hammer and smashed his own skull. Shiny chrome flecked blood dripped out onto the white carpet.
Neon and chrome. No place like home. The Five Percent Nation of Casiotone.
Mother fucking Chrome is the shit on my hood bitchesssssss! HOLY SHIT ITS SOOOOO SMOOTH!!! MY BALLS ARE WET!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! CHROMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Chromosapien is the name of my band. We play real serious rock and art. And roll. We roll deep and don’t fuck around. Serious arty types think we’re the fucking shit. And baked kids think we’re pretty allllright as well. Motherfuckers. We are serious. We eat almost never. We practice almost always. We live in the N Y C and we are hipper than Andy fucking Warhol. Our album is amazing and it will make you shit yourself and then feel jealous of us in a big way. Deal with it, sucka. If you were in Chromosapien you would be so cool. But you’re not. Sucka.
metal, metallic shine, blustery color buffed and polished catching the beams of the radiant Ford
a fake cover to make things look better than they are, more expensive, more enviable.
shines, flicks sunlight back,
I already had this word!!! Grrr.
Chrome is used on motorcycles. You see chrome on all those DIY shows where they look really cool and talented. I wonder if I could ever create stuff like that and make it look so easy? hmmm… Probably not.
silver, car fun trace adkins bikes shiny love purple lakjfajwepojwojfa i don’tg know lol walaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa;sldkjfwiejojI love johnnie.
As his skin began to peel back, the look of horror spread across my face. I knew that he wasn’t one of us… He was different. I always knew. He never fit in. And now I see why. The lights and wire began to show more as he came out of the fire. I then knew he was…a Robot.
Chrome. It’s the reflection of the sun off the metal of a screeching motorcycle. It means power and elegance and speed.
Chrome is the fancy metal on the semi tractor that all needs hand shining to make the truck look so sharp in the sunlight. Such a pain to take care of though! I still don’t miss doing that!
shiny dome, that bald head of mister clean! Oh, wait, no, it’s my father’s dome that i am thinking of. And my poor poor brother, he inherited that chrome dome mess…I’m so sorry…
Shining, glittering. In idea. Takes many forms. Chrome is thought about in terms of cars. Deified. It is the culmination of class in reference to the automobile. Chrome is a status symbol. We should not be so proud of our plastics
metallic steel something shiny like flatware but flatware is really stainless steel so what the heck is chrome i have no idea – chrome could be somthing like a colour perhaps something yellowish but hey what do i know when i hear the work chrome i think it’s something shiny not something that means much to me anyway. the end. i don’t really care to write anything more about chrome. it’s of no interest to me. so cheerio everybody.
nothing will be as cool as the day that i bought my first car of my own. it was a 2004 dodge neon sxt with a sunroof, 6 disc changer, a spoiler and CHROME wheels. i was so excited!
Google Chrome just didn’t work out for me, so I had Harsha switch it back to Firefox. Now, I can still use that whole speed dial application, but I can’t surf the web under the invisibility cloak. What’s the fun in that, right?
Chrome. As she looked around the room. aalll that she saw was chrome. chrome walls, chrome windows. Heck, it was chrome heaven for that girl. she had never seen anything like it, and yet standing there, it was like if she was in her own little version of chrome heaven. she loved it some much she wished she could live there forever.
chrome is used on cars, i believe. maybe the rims? i don’t know much about chrome so this will be short. the grill of a car is chrome!!!!
The chrome was shining on his truck… his brand new truck. He had always wanted this very thing. It had a bench seat for Jenny to sit next to him on. That way he could just reach over and kiss her any time he was driving… and her red lipstick would reflect in the perfect chrome… better than any silver.
Chrome. What is this chrome you speak of?
Something else flashy and fancy to hide or insecurities?
Well, I don’t buy it.
Cadillac rolling down the street chrome bumpers gleaming in the sun. Must be pay day. Spats hit the ground when the doors open and a