i love the nights when you come home and your hands are greasy and dirty, and you smell of gasoline. it makes me smile knowing you’re out in the world working hard to make money and support our family. i like seeing proof of your hard work.
we put it in cars and use it to drive around and it comes form gas stations and it costs a lot of money, and teh prices are going up and up, but they vary based on where you are. it is also bad for the environment, and gasoline used in cars creates carbon emmisions which is why people drive hybrids.
vicious odor cut the night air, sharply drawing me back to reality. the flames reared higher behind me, and as i turned to stare into them, i heard his voice in my mind, tossing out the last insult.
Gas prices are so unbelievably high right now. I can remember when gas was a bit over a dollar for a gallon and people were getting outraged at paying more than two for a gallon! We need to start investing in alternative energy, especially if Saudi Arabia is going to run out of the black stuff by 2020!!!
this form of fuel is a great sorce of greed and hatred umong men and women of today ,It has started wars it has caused death and fueled many arguements but at the same time We can not live without it or can we ? We have many types of alternative fuels but the big oil guys dont wanto see this fuel come to light they will actually kill and start wars as to make sure
The gasoline smelled like a perfume worn only by people like me. It grew on you. When one needs to burn things as often as I do, you kind of have to deal with the smell. When you kill, you have a few options of how you dispose of the body; I choose to burn it. It’s simple and if asked, you were having an impromptu bonfire. Though my killings were the farthest thing from impromptu.
You could hear the sound of it, dripping on the asfalt from an old chevy. Humid, ochre-coloured air surrounded you like the red thread of a storyline, connecting the randomness into an atmosphere of weary expectation.
Oh, my…gasoline…how the prices keep going up! It’s now up to over $4–at least for the stuff I have to put in my choosy car! It does make me think back to when I was a little girl and we would wait in lines for gas during the gas crisis of the 70’s. Prices have gone up and down, but more up than down…when will it ever end?
Gas. It’s what seems to control us all these days. The Middle East has it, and we, Americans want it. Therefore, wars have been fought, people have died, and we have all changed because of gasoline.
the sweet smell of gasoline perforates the air as i drive through the station, intent on finding a place to fill up. i’ve been driving for hours and i’m running on empty, it’s a miracle i made it in at all. the engine sputters slightly and the car dies as i pull up to the pump, and i sigh a small breath of relief as i realize i don’t need to push the car at all.
Gasoline is a never ending war. It is the cause of not only many country’s economic problems, but also the source of many of our world’s ecological issues – All sorts of modern machinery, including some assault rifles used in the war for gasoline USE gasoline and pollute our air. We can not survive without it, until we discover a different source of energy that is as reliable.
Smells strong, fire, explosion, money, tax and government. My Jeep is too hard on gasoline, but you need to have gas so I don’t put much thought into it. You can never get lost if you have gasoline.
Gasoline prices had gone up since the war. The oil rigs had all been bombed and the derricks in the east had been torched as part of the area-denial policy. There was nothing left. No gas for ambulances, or power generators, or airplanes. The world was dying, because its life’s blood had been drained.
I heard that someone filled a bathtub with it once to light himself on fire. Of all the flashy ways to die, I don’t know why he chose that; it’s better to burn out than to fade away, Nietzsche said, but I don’t think that’s what he meant, I don’t think that’s what he meant at all.
She smirked mirthlessly as the canister drained over the couch. Did he really think she was just going to let it go? On her couch, the couch their children built forts out of, the couch she slept on when she was sick, the couch he just “couldn’t possibly part with” at the yard sale? How could he?! Well he could keep his precious couch, the couch he’d been fucking his secretary on for the last year. And he could keep the burnt carpet beneath it. She dropped the match and called up the stairs, “Frank…Oh Frank? I’m leaving.” Maybe she’d buy a lazy boy.
The car stops for a moment at the station and a man jumps out and runs in to appease the appetite of his cowish wife. It isn’t her fault, and he expects it will go away soon, but a car trip probably wasn’t a good idea anyway, too late now. He returns with three different kinds of chips and the car pulls away leaving a rainbowish puddle on the asphalt.
“And tonight our top story…Little did the boys know how contaminated the west side swamp was until they decited to play with matches, candles and gasoline. Now they do, and so does their neighborhood.”
The gasoline poured down the side of the van. He had not been paying attention to what he was doing as soon as his eyes met hers.
She noticed him as he noticed her and became frozen in time.
That split second where sparks fly.
Not a good idea around gasoline.
The costly drink that kills out planet.
The thirst for it is never quenched;
Our cars need evermore.
Keep drinking, keep drinking,
But don’t ever expect to be satisfied.
Soon there will be no more.
There is a town close to my home called Gas City. Every time I go there, I am sad and I don’t know why. Maybe everything is in the name. I was from Bay Village, how does that make me feel? It makes me feel calm. If you were from Gas City, how would you feel? Is it also a name that makes us who we are, the feeling the word gives us, the water crystals our body reacts to when we say the name of our origin? What if you were from Gas City, a place called Middletown or a community titled Marblehead? These words make us feel, these words make us who we are.
Gas is getting very very expensive. My friends who have big, bad cars/trucks that are bad for the environment have to pay lots of money to fill them up. Maybe that will tach them to use such a bad car for the environment. Idiots. They should buy a prius and stop complaining.
The price of gasoline is ridiculous. At almost $4 a gallon, we are not going to be able to afford to drive our cars anymore, especially if the price keeps going up. Come on people, lets get the prices back down! We need to be able to eat and feed our children. What would help is if we switched to more gas efficient cars. Then our dependence on gas wouldn’t be as great. Just something to think about.
The price of gasoline is $4.19 where I live. So today is my day off and instead of going shopping for food or clothes or for something for my patio I am sitting home to save money. And can you believe that last year I only made $13,000 but had to pay $40 in taxes to the State? I used to make three times that and would get money back each year. This sucks. Fire the Liars. But I did appreciate Obama’s idea of deducting less than $10 out of my checks so I would have more money to live on. I like many of the things he has done.
costs a lot of money. smells good. i don’t know why i like the way gasoline smells? don’t you?
it’s an interesting smell, wouldn’t you agree? gasoline…hm that’s an audioslave song, i like that one. audioslave is a cool band.
Gasoline is gold. It is the life blood on economies and the driving commondity that virtual all modern products are based. The development of gasoline, however, requires large investments which leads to corpora
I think about lines, waiting, tankers filling up and taking up a big space of cars at the pump. I think of Costco and exhaust and a man riding his bike with two empty plastic red gas containers to fill at a pump advertising free gas for one hour in the morning. We are out of gas when we have no energy to do anything. I think of an iridescent oil spill in the neighbor’s drive and my little fawn Chihuahua’s dainty paws stepping through the mess. I think of kitty litter that can be thrown into the mess to soak it up or the rain that falls, mixing with the oil and forming one large, diluted, oily puddle waiting to head to the ocean. I think of BP and their green logo and beleaguered British owner caught on film not quite knowing how to face the problem of his huge oil spill that is gushing and gushing toxins into our ocean, killing fish and affecting so many people’s lives and income. I picture his short cropped curly hair at odds in his discomfort with the picture of the man on a cruise ship, enjoying some of the fruit of his hard labor, someone who’s enjoyed the fruit of his hard work and now is caught in a problem of monumental proportions, really a problem beyond his political acumen.
i fueled my car with gasoline. i was getting the fuck out of here, so help me god. thunder rolled in the clouds, but that was off in the distance. i still had time, i could hit the ground running, i could just go, my tank was almost full. i stopped. when the tank was full i went in to pay the bill and i sat in my car. where the hell was i planning on going anyway?
The gasoline is going up so high in some places. My mom and dad are complaining when they see the pries in some places. When I go in my dads truck he goes fast some times because I tell him to and that wasted gasoline.
My mother was running low on gasoline so she went to get some at the gasoline station! When she was getting the gasoline and waiting for it to get all the way in the car I smelled the gasoline going in to the car. I plugged my nose even though I like the smell of gasoline. It smelled gross that day for some reason! I wish she would not have went to gasoline station to get gasoline on the day I had to be with her. Maybe I will not go the next time! But I wish I would not have to hear my family complain about how high the gasoline prices are getting in this area. If maybe I could make gasoline prices go down there would be a lot less complaining!
i love the nights when you come home and your hands are greasy and dirty, and you smell of gasoline. it makes me smile knowing you’re out in the world working hard to make money and support our family. i like seeing proof of your hard work.
we put it in cars and use it to drive around and it comes form gas stations and it costs a lot of money, and teh prices are going up and up, but they vary based on where you are. it is also bad for the environment, and gasoline used in cars creates carbon emmisions which is why people drive hybrids.
vicious odor cut the night air, sharply drawing me back to reality. the flames reared higher behind me, and as i turned to stare into them, i heard his voice in my mind, tossing out the last insult.
Gas prices are so unbelievably high right now. I can remember when gas was a bit over a dollar for a gallon and people were getting outraged at paying more than two for a gallon! We need to start investing in alternative energy, especially if Saudi Arabia is going to run out of the black stuff by 2020!!!
this form of fuel is a great sorce of greed and hatred umong men and women of today ,It has started wars it has caused death and fueled many arguements but at the same time We can not live without it or can we ? We have many types of alternative fuels but the big oil guys dont wanto see this fuel come to light they will actually kill and start wars as to make sure
The gasoline smelled like a perfume worn only by people like me. It grew on you. When one needs to burn things as often as I do, you kind of have to deal with the smell. When you kill, you have a few options of how you dispose of the body; I choose to burn it. It’s simple and if asked, you were having an impromptu bonfire. Though my killings were the farthest thing from impromptu.
You could hear the sound of it, dripping on the asfalt from an old chevy. Humid, ochre-coloured air surrounded you like the red thread of a storyline, connecting the randomness into an atmosphere of weary expectation.
gasoline fuels cars everyday
you are my gasoline in a way.
gasoline makes cars drive
you make me feel so alive.
you are my gasoline baby
you make me go so crazy.
you are the fuel to my love
you are my angel from above.
gasoline keeps cars running
you keep me still loving.
gasoline keeps the cars movin
baby your true love keeps on provin.
gasoline is frying the planet, all those ages up in smoke to feed and unatural lifestyle. We’d screech to ahalt without it, even bike riders.
Oh, my…gasoline…how the prices keep going up! It’s now up to over $4–at least for the stuff I have to put in my choosy car! It does make me think back to when I was a little girl and we would wait in lines for gas during the gas crisis of the 70’s. Prices have gone up and down, but more up than down…when will it ever end?
My hair is wet. What better time to die than as I step out of this shower, dry and warm as I’ve ever been.
Gas. It’s what seems to control us all these days. The Middle East has it, and we, Americans want it. Therefore, wars have been fought, people have died, and we have all changed because of gasoline.
the sweet smell of gasoline perforates the air as i drive through the station, intent on finding a place to fill up. i’ve been driving for hours and i’m running on empty, it’s a miracle i made it in at all. the engine sputters slightly and the car dies as i pull up to the pump, and i sigh a small breath of relief as i realize i don’t need to push the car at all.
Fuel of aspirations. Going the distance. Cars speeding down the highway to destinations unknown. An endangered species. The reason I’m broke. Gas.
Gasoline is a never ending war. It is the cause of not only many country’s economic problems, but also the source of many of our world’s ecological issues – All sorts of modern machinery, including some assault rifles used in the war for gasoline USE gasoline and pollute our air. We can not survive without it, until we discover a different source of energy that is as reliable.
Smells strong, fire, explosion, money, tax and government. My Jeep is too hard on gasoline, but you need to have gas so I don’t put much thought into it. You can never get lost if you have gasoline.
It’s funny how a single liquid both helps and hurts people.
It make our cars go, but it’s incredibly flammable.
It is the center point of our modern society. And how truly central it is.
Gasoline prices had gone up since the war. The oil rigs had all been bombed and the derricks in the east had been torched as part of the area-denial policy. There was nothing left. No gas for ambulances, or power generators, or airplanes. The world was dying, because its life’s blood had been drained.
I heard that someone filled a bathtub with it once to light himself on fire. Of all the flashy ways to die, I don’t know why he chose that; it’s better to burn out than to fade away, Nietzsche said, but I don’t think that’s what he meant, I don’t think that’s what he meant at all.
She smirked mirthlessly as the canister drained over the couch. Did he really think she was just going to let it go? On her couch, the couch their children built forts out of, the couch she slept on when she was sick, the couch he just “couldn’t possibly part with” at the yard sale? How could he?! Well he could keep his precious couch, the couch he’d been fucking his secretary on for the last year. And he could keep the burnt carpet beneath it. She dropped the match and called up the stairs, “Frank…Oh Frank? I’m leaving.” Maybe she’d buy a lazy boy.
Fueling fires; your smile is gasoline. It burns hot and bright, scorching me. Somehow, I’m caught up in your blaze and I can’t escape your smile.
cars music people i hope i have a car smells song music me i want fast uhm uhm poeple police car rob law breakers jail i dont know
The car stops for a moment at the station and a man jumps out and runs in to appease the appetite of his cowish wife. It isn’t her fault, and he expects it will go away soon, but a car trip probably wasn’t a good idea anyway, too late now. He returns with three different kinds of chips and the car pulls away leaving a rainbowish puddle on the asphalt.
gasoline
“Mark?”
“Now what.”
“Run like hell man!…the water’s on fire.”
“Go, go, go, go, go, go!!!
Later that evening…
“And tonight our top story…Little did the boys know how contaminated the west side swamp was until they decited to play with matches, candles and gasoline. Now they do, and so does their neighborhood.”
News at 11.
The gasoline poured down the side of the van. He had not been paying attention to what he was doing as soon as his eyes met hers.
She noticed him as he noticed her and became frozen in time.
That split second where sparks fly.
Not a good idea around gasoline.
The costly drink that kills out planet.
The thirst for it is never quenched;
Our cars need evermore.
Keep drinking, keep drinking,
But don’t ever expect to be satisfied.
Soon there will be no more.
There is a town close to my home called Gas City. Every time I go there, I am sad and I don’t know why. Maybe everything is in the name. I was from Bay Village, how does that make me feel? It makes me feel calm. If you were from Gas City, how would you feel? Is it also a name that makes us who we are, the feeling the word gives us, the water crystals our body reacts to when we say the name of our origin? What if you were from Gas City, a place called Middletown or a community titled Marblehead? These words make us feel, these words make us who we are.
Gas is getting very very expensive. My friends who have big, bad cars/trucks that are bad for the environment have to pay lots of money to fill them up. Maybe that will tach them to use such a bad car for the environment. Idiots. They should buy a prius and stop complaining.
The price of gasoline is ridiculous. At almost $4 a gallon, we are not going to be able to afford to drive our cars anymore, especially if the price keeps going up. Come on people, lets get the prices back down! We need to be able to eat and feed our children. What would help is if we switched to more gas efficient cars. Then our dependence on gas wouldn’t be as great. Just something to think about.
uuuggggg – expensive
smell stainng
why I need a bike –
The price of gasoline is $4.19 where I live. So today is my day off and instead of going shopping for food or clothes or for something for my patio I am sitting home to save money. And can you believe that last year I only made $13,000 but had to pay $40 in taxes to the State? I used to make three times that and would get money back each year. This sucks. Fire the Liars. But I did appreciate Obama’s idea of deducting less than $10 out of my checks so I would have more money to live on. I like many of the things he has done.
costs a lot of money. smells good. i don’t know why i like the way gasoline smells? don’t you?
it’s an interesting smell, wouldn’t you agree? gasoline…hm that’s an audioslave song, i like that one. audioslave is a cool band.
Gasoline is gold. It is the life blood on economies and the driving commondity that virtual all modern products are based. The development of gasoline, however, requires large investments which leads to corpora
I think about lines, waiting, tankers filling up and taking up a big space of cars at the pump. I think of Costco and exhaust and a man riding his bike with two empty plastic red gas containers to fill at a pump advertising free gas for one hour in the morning. We are out of gas when we have no energy to do anything. I think of an iridescent oil spill in the neighbor’s drive and my little fawn Chihuahua’s dainty paws stepping through the mess. I think of kitty litter that can be thrown into the mess to soak it up or the rain that falls, mixing with the oil and forming one large, diluted, oily puddle waiting to head to the ocean. I think of BP and their green logo and beleaguered British owner caught on film not quite knowing how to face the problem of his huge oil spill that is gushing and gushing toxins into our ocean, killing fish and affecting so many people’s lives and income. I picture his short cropped curly hair at odds in his discomfort with the picture of the man on a cruise ship, enjoying some of the fruit of his hard labor, someone who’s enjoyed the fruit of his hard work and now is caught in a problem of monumental proportions, really a problem beyond his political acumen.
i fueled my car with gasoline. i was getting the fuck out of here, so help me god. thunder rolled in the clouds, but that was off in the distance. i still had time, i could hit the ground running, i could just go, my tank was almost full. i stopped. when the tank was full i went in to pay the bill and i sat in my car. where the hell was i planning on going anyway?
The fire was low. Still burning. Just smaller, more mild flames. Then gasoline, from cyberspace, sent the flames licking the sky once more.
The gasoline is going up so high in some places. My mom and dad are complaining when they see the pries in some places. When I go in my dads truck he goes fast some times because I tell him to and that wasted gasoline.
Chuck norris can put out a fire using nothing but gasoline. if gasoline was frozen to an icey state, could you still light it on fire?
My mother was running low on gasoline so she went to get some at the gasoline station! When she was getting the gasoline and waiting for it to get all the way in the car I smelled the gasoline going in to the car. I plugged my nose even though I like the smell of gasoline. It smelled gross that day for some reason! I wish she would not have went to gasoline station to get gasoline on the day I had to be with her. Maybe I will not go the next time! But I wish I would not have to hear my family complain about how high the gasoline prices are getting in this area. If maybe I could make gasoline prices go down there would be a lot less complaining!