a silvery sheen of nickel plated saliva, licking the air with its mercurial ease, delight, reflecting all the things it can reach out to, mirroring what we are not.
chrome iz supposd to b one of the best of da internet browsing facilities. it includes lots of things dat help in minimizing da effort efficiency nd thus reducing data redundancy
ah google. chrome is the only color they could’ve thunk about. waitaminute, is chrome even a color? more like a feel. does google us to ‘feel’ it’s browser?
metal whells for people who think they are cool veryone says chrome is cool but get chrome spray paint and suddently your dubm in fact brage about chrome at all and your dumb but their not of course only you
The operating system we all use within our heads… I see the shiny metal shell of my cockroach vehicle, it glistens in my personal sun rays, why must it take such fuel from me and return no thanks… I learned to hate the bonnet of my car, with its warm skin and its cowardly eyes.
google chrome. matt showed it to me. love matt so much. we’re going to have sex soon and i’m so ready for it. i need to set up a gynocologial exam before i go back to school. i miss school so much. i jut can’t wait to move all my stuff in and go to that first ray dinner with everybody. it’s just going to be like we never left at all.
the sheen of this is irresistable. It’s hard to explain, but feels so fake. I guess that’s what the world is coming to. Making things look real. They aren’t. This is real life.
chrome is a metal used in the ameircan andw orldwide industries as monetary means and mechanical uses. it is used as material to help acheive some of the maerilas that we can take for granted as needs in our every day lives.
steel
fresh rides
ballers
rappers
nba players
keepin it real packin steel don’t anybody know about it i’m just tryin to express how I feel and rock that chrom shit like nobody even notices it I rhyme with a major fit it’s like i’m just a straight baller.
the cold hard chrome leapt up at his fingers as he placed his hand down. breathing hard he felt the sharp ripping pain and bang he was gone and so was every other emotion he had ever felt.
an example of glorifying the normal reality of something with a sheen of excellence. Is it a true representation of itself or the epitome of a masquerade? glittering and glamorous, or a dire example of faux brilliance and a desperate desire for glory.
chrome is the stuff of rap videos and what i have to clean in the bathrooms at coldstone. the two are diametrically opposed: one represents fabulous and exorbitant wealth while the other stand for my scraping for wages at a summer job that i hate.
The chrome tail pipe glinted brightly in the morning light. It was so bright that one could hardly stare at it without squinting – especially after coming out of the much darker house. You could tell that someone had been out here, scrubbing it to its bright shine.
there are chrome robots that will be in the future. everything in hte future wiill be chrome. it will b e quite amazing, shiney silverly gleaming chrome.
chrome is the way of the future.
Chrome dome. I don’t know why they call it that. Bald people don’t look like metal at all. If anything, they look like plastic. Like shiny, molded plastic. Or reflective Play-Doh. But definitely not chrome.
man i got deez chrome wheels on my candy paint chevy right? well ise drivin up to da club with them 23s spinnin aw shit did they glisten in the moonlight. you kow what i mean i just be spittin off the top of my dome.
yes i have these amazing wheels made of a chrome substance on my chevrolet. Well i drove up to the disco with these wheels spinning and oh gosh did they shine in the moonlight. you know what im talking about when i just say these words off the top of my head.
Chrome, its a color and a feeling together as one. it produces the most extrodinary art work, and the most extrodinary works for everyday life. Chrome can be metal sculptures or the clang of Newly born skyscraper. Chrome
Outrunning death is a bit like dying. You don’t feel it. You can’t feels your lungs tearing as you push yourself to go faster, you can’t see the chrome blacken with the heat of the bomb, you can’t feel her hand holding on to yours so fiercely that her fingernails draw blood. Your heart just thunders, propelling you faster, faster, or you’re never going to make it. And then it’s over; and you still can’t feel anything. Maybe you’re dying, your heart pumping blood out of massive injuries or maybe you’re safe and she’s hugging you of of joy and not fear. You can’t tell until it’s all over.
fast slick overrated I try to catch it as it flies past me, troubled wanting to taste the speed and perfection of everyday beauty wishing to transform the daily plodding truncating defeat of defeaning slowing down of the magic
In the beginning it was chrome. Now, defeated my time it was golden with rust. Siiting defornely in the corner its very prescence was that of something that time forgot.
It is very bright and shiny. It makes me think of a car and bryan. I’m not sure why but it does. Like you know, a car? Maybe it’s just me tho. Who knows???? I to be honest am not sure what else to say, i mean come on my world is chrome after all. What the heck??? Thats such a lame word to have. Why couldn’t it be something cool???
The shiny chrome spaceship flew overhead of me, about a mile in the air. When its tractor beam shone down on me and I began to levitate, I did not try to struggle as it pulled me in. Because waiting at the top was god. But he had a gun…
chrome is an element on the periodic table and it is also really shiny. it is found on big cars from the fifties, also it is a sweet ass browser from google, though for mac firefox is still better. yay!
I see the chrome exoskeleton stand before me, his eyes are burning from a red fire deep inside his mind. I think of what I am going to do next, then I realize I can do nothing. I sit and stare as he starts to devour me, molecule by molecule, atom by atom.
Chrome is like the way silver looks when i can’t see myself anymore. It’s too bad that when i don’t see myself i understand myself more than one can know.
My shadow when reflected in a mirror can come to life and play tricks on me that makes it look as if i am choking myself by the throat of my neck tie.
A clean surface. Chrome. Cars drifting through space, being pulling forward through time by the human virus. A surface polished clean, when truly, it should’ve been rusty. Or perhaps, a protective coating on an otherwise fragile surface.
cars, vehicles, rims. ear rings. beams. metal. silver. silverwear. jewelry
a silvery sheen of nickel plated saliva, licking the air with its mercurial ease, delight, reflecting all the things it can reach out to, mirroring what we are not.
chrome iz supposd to b one of the best of da internet browsing facilities. it includes lots of things dat help in minimizing da effort efficiency nd thus reducing data redundancy
you mean that shiney stuff on bumpers or like a chrome dome bald head and why do they call it a chrome dome … it is rarely chrome an
you mean that shiney stuff on bumpers or like a chrome dome bald head and why do they call it a chrome dome … it is rarely chrome an
ah google. chrome is the only color they could’ve thunk about. waitaminute, is chrome even a color? more like a feel. does google us to ‘feel’ it’s browser?
Chrome is a friend of the silver lies of beyond. It colours perception to the point of oxidation.
Chrome is many things. Above all it is shiny.
metal whells for people who think they are cool veryone says chrome is cool but get chrome spray paint and suddently your dubm in fact brage about chrome at all and your dumb but their not of course only you
The operating system we all use within our heads… I see the shiny metal shell of my cockroach vehicle, it glistens in my personal sun rays, why must it take such fuel from me and return no thanks… I learned to hate the bonnet of my car, with its warm skin and its cowardly eyes.
google chrome. matt showed it to me. love matt so much. we’re going to have sex soon and i’m so ready for it. i need to set up a gynocologial exam before i go back to school. i miss school so much. i jut can’t wait to move all my stuff in and go to that first ray dinner with everybody. it’s just going to be like we never left at all.
Wow. It’s like a mirror. Except I can’t often see clearly. A little distorted here and there, but like a mirror none the less. My bike has some.
Nothing like a nice glass of chrome on a hot day.
the sheen of this is irresistable. It’s hard to explain, but feels so fake. I guess that’s what the world is coming to. Making things look real. They aren’t. This is real life.
chrome is a metal used in the ameircan andw orldwide industries as monetary means and mechanical uses. it is used as material to help acheive some of the maerilas that we can take for granted as needs in our every day lives.
chrome ….a kind of mettalic thingie like like idon’t know …expensive cars …. ufo’s and drumsticks for poseurs …..what
steel
fresh rides
ballers
rappers
nba players
keepin it real packin steel don’t anybody know about it i’m just tryin to express how I feel and rock that chrom shit like nobody even notices it I rhyme with a major fit it’s like i’m just a straight baller.
a good browser. also a shiny grille on your gangster car. oooh, shiny. the bane of many a starling’s existence.
the cold hard chrome leapt up at his fingers as he placed his hand down. breathing hard he felt the sharp ripping pain and bang he was gone and so was every other emotion he had ever felt.
an example of glorifying the normal reality of something with a sheen of excellence. Is it a true representation of itself or the epitome of a masquerade? glittering and glamorous, or a dire example of faux brilliance and a desperate desire for glory.
chrome is the stuff of rap videos and what i have to clean in the bathrooms at coldstone. the two are diametrically opposed: one represents fabulous and exorbitant wealth while the other stand for my scraping for wages at a summer job that i hate.
The chrome tail pipe glinted brightly in the morning light. It was so bright that one could hardly stare at it without squinting – especially after coming out of the much darker house. You could tell that someone had been out here, scrubbing it to its bright shine.
there are chrome robots that will be in the future. everything in hte future wiill be chrome. it will b e quite amazing, shiney silverly gleaming chrome.
chrome is the way of the future.
Chrome dome. I don’t know why they call it that. Bald people don’t look like metal at all. If anything, they look like plastic. Like shiny, molded plastic. Or reflective Play-Doh. But definitely not chrome.
chrome? wtf? i dont even know what that is.. i feel so illiterate. there goes my self confidence. where are those razor blades?
man i got deez chrome wheels on my candy paint chevy right? well ise drivin up to da club with them 23s spinnin aw shit did they glisten in the moonlight. you kow what i mean i just be spittin off the top of my dome.
yes i have these amazing wheels made of a chrome substance on my chevrolet. Well i drove up to the disco with these wheels spinning and oh gosh did they shine in the moonlight. you know what im talking about when i just say these words off the top of my head.
Chrome, its a color and a feeling together as one. it produces the most extrodinary art work, and the most extrodinary works for everyday life. Chrome can be metal sculptures or the clang of Newly born skyscraper. Chrome
Outrunning death is a bit like dying. You don’t feel it. You can’t feels your lungs tearing as you push yourself to go faster, you can’t see the chrome blacken with the heat of the bomb, you can’t feel her hand holding on to yours so fiercely that her fingernails draw blood. Your heart just thunders, propelling you faster, faster, or you’re never going to make it. And then it’s over; and you still can’t feel anything. Maybe you’re dying, your heart pumping blood out of massive injuries or maybe you’re safe and she’s hugging you of of joy and not fear. You can’t tell until it’s all over.
fast slick overrated I try to catch it as it flies past me, troubled wanting to taste the speed and perfection of everyday beauty wishing to transform the daily plodding truncating defeat of defeaning slowing down of the magic
the color silver in a very shiny estate. mostly common on rims of a car. the tail pipe of a car. a decent accent loved by most men. and some women.
In the beginning it was chrome. Now, defeated my time it was golden with rust. Siiting defornely in the corner its very prescence was that of something that time forgot.
It is very bright and shiny. It makes me think of a car and bryan. I’m not sure why but it does. Like you know, a car? Maybe it’s just me tho. Who knows???? I to be honest am not sure what else to say, i mean come on my world is chrome after all. What the heck??? Thats such a lame word to have. Why couldn’t it be something cool???
Chrome is not an element, it never will be.
It is shiny though.
The shiny chrome spaceship flew overhead of me, about a mile in the air. When its tractor beam shone down on me and I began to levitate, I did not try to struggle as it pulled me in. Because waiting at the top was god. But he had a gun…
chrome is an element on the periodic table and it is also really shiny. it is found on big cars from the fifties, also it is a sweet ass browser from google, though for mac firefox is still better. yay!
I see the chrome exoskeleton stand before me, his eyes are burning from a red fire deep inside his mind. I think of what I am going to do next, then I realize I can do nothing. I sit and stare as he starts to devour me, molecule by molecule, atom by atom.
Chrome is like the way silver looks when i can’t see myself anymore. It’s too bad that when i don’t see myself i understand myself more than one can know.
My shadow when reflected in a mirror can come to life and play tricks on me that makes it look as if i am choking myself by the throat of my neck tie.
A clean surface. Chrome. Cars drifting through space, being pulling forward through time by the human virus. A surface polished clean, when truly, it should’ve been rusty. Or perhaps, a protective coating on an otherwise fragile surface.
a men’s cologne. A type of metal. Blue-gray. Semi dark. Liquidy. light blue. smells good. Smooth to the touch.
tone
gold
copper
shield
ring
princess
castle
dragon
tibia
painting
oil
pigment
its silvery… idk…………… shiny, a bumper, metal
the chrome on my bumper shined in the light.
metal rocks!
Silvery shining gleaming along the side of the car. I see it coming. I wish I could move.
Nothing worse than chrome.
Not at the moment.
Splat.
Said the rat.