“And now,” said Father McLeary, I shall read from the ancient scriptures. Let us bow our heads in prayer.”
The congregation knelt down on the cushioned fold-down stumps in their pews. Father McLeary smiled gently and read,
And the Lord spake unto young Jesus and said,
“Baby, baby suck your thumb,
Wash your face in bubble gum,
If you don’t know what I mean,
Wash your face in gasoline.
Amen.”
He grabbed the arm of the nearest altar boy and loudly whispered, All right, which one of you little F#&$s switched out my Bible?!
I’m going to stop drinking gasoline every damn time I see your face look back at me, through the piles of skeletons and machinery that litters our home. And one of these days, I am going to choke you to death, leave you lifeless on the floor, and marry you.
Our relationship only needed gasoline and one match to blow it up. We were so toxic for each other. Desire fueled him those nights; when the sun shone, we were back at one anothers’ throats. My perception was nothing but a blurred whirlwind of colors and fragments of thoughts.
Standing in the fumes, it’s hard to imagine that it’s come to this, that there are people who are alive, and here you are, in the cold, your hand on the pump, watching numbers tick by on the frantic little clock. There’s a breeze, somewhere.
it makes the car go and smells like noise that goes up your nose. It used to smell good and now it hurts. It fills up the car and that makes me feel very powerful.
The gasoline was dripping out onto the cold linoleum floor. He gave me that sickly sweet smile, holding up a match with a pinch of his two fingers. He gave me a peculiar look before striking the match and dropping onto the floor.
It was somewhere in the middle of nowhere, around the time of no return. The man in the car had been driving for a while…sometime between forever and never. At some point in time, he swerved and crashed. Into what? It was gone when he went to inspect.
i think its very expensive and well since i live in the city now i dont really have to worry much about it. BUt ill be going back to texas for the summer and definetly driving soon so I’m going to have to worry about carpooling and what not, which i can do with raquel, since hopefully we will get a job at the same place. it’s smelly and gross and black and
In the present economic climate, the need for increasing amounts of gasoline is putting a drain on individual and national resources. Electric cars may be the best solution currently available though other forms of power may some day work.
oh man, i hate the smell of gasoline. some people like it. these people are strange. do you know someone who likes the smell of gasoline? not your favorite person is it? the terrible tragic dichotomy of seeing the oily splotches on the road that are all pretty and trippy and rainbow-y is that those are little units of pollution. they may be just sitting there for now, howev, the are conspirating with other splotches and really mucking things up. We have a ways to go when it comes to cleaning this planet up. first things first, ditch the car.
“Take it,” he said, shoving the red cup in my hand.
I wrinkled my nose. The beer smelled like gasoline. I’d never had any before, and I wasn’t about to start now. “Ugh,” I muttered, but feigned a smile, silently dumping it into the plant behind me when he turned his back.
One of the most double-sided blades known to mankind. It makes our world go round, but causes thousands of animals to die from oil spills. I don’t know what else to write.
THe world’s supply of fasoline is dwindling and an alternative must be found soon, in fact the future of humaity’s existence may depend entirely upon our ability to find a solution to this growing problem. Yet even as it serves as our life’s blood.
it makes you go. but I don’t have any go right now. I’m not about to go up in flames: just too tired.
but tomorrow, say hello to gasoline and fossil fuel and take responsibility. Joy.
The world’s supply of gasoline is dwindling and an alternative must be found soon, in fact the future of humanity’s existence may depend entirely upon our ability to find a solution to this growing problem. Yet even as it serves as our life’s blood it maims and damages our Earth, our home, and we can’t do a thing to stop it.
Sweet, like the second half of the word bittersweet, where the bitter underscored the word. Funny, how that word always meant more than it was supposed to.
She supposed she could let the whole incident go and start over.
Pause.
Sweet smell of gasoline.
She flicks the match, and everything goes up in flames.
i like the smell,
but hate waiting for gas,
i hate diesel
loud and obnoxious
it sounds
and kills earth
not that i care but what a waste of resources diesel is and
gasoline is pretty
pretty.
Pollutes the earth, lights on fire easily. Burns, burns, burns. Greenhouse gas emissions are gross, so gasoline is gross too. Smells bad. Expensive too, which sucks. At least it keeps my car running. Need to get some bioethanol going…
The smell was horrid. A mixture of gasoline and burnt bodies made for a horrific image as I slowed down to pass the accident. The emergency crew had just removed a small child from the back seat, all charred, lifeless, tortured to death in an instant by the explosion.
GASOLINE:thus coming full circle,we finish where we began.perhaps,it is too much to expect rejoicing,but that does not make the gift any less valuable.in fact, it makes it much more so,because it makes life so so much more precious to appreciate.
When I think about what gasoline is – refined & processed oil – it makes me connect with what it has been for billions of years. Underground, simple in its outcome from the processes of earth’s evolution. Nothing to do but sit there and wait for humans to industrialise and exploit it to the brink of their own extinction.
pour me into his eyes and light me up
bring me more im out of li fe…please…not fire
pydro
maniac
attack from the back of the stack
intact…but dont react and dont look back
its only crack
the most important thing on earth right now. we are facing dearth of gas here in our country these days. Though there seems to be dearth of every good thing here now. Energy resources are becoming sc
pump gas in my awesome car. i’m so cool with my fancy car. it smells good. way too over priced though. I like driving but I hate that cars take gasoline. I wish it was free. I wish I had my own little never ending supply of gas. That would make me happy. A carefree life. How wonderful would that be.
Gasoline petroleum your memory blazes through me burning everything and these years just seem so many imitations exhaust exhaust shame shame.
And these years just seem so many imitations turning green. Each like the last they go out past credits on a screen. Markings traceries taste ozone
The price of gas today is absolutely ridiculous. I can remember when I was young gas was only 40 cents a liter. Now it is over a dollar. I think it is more economically sound to take public transportation.
The price of gasoline is crazy. It just shows how much greed there is in the world. There is no reason for this other than greed. It’s scary as it will crimp my travel style. It will be hard for the poor to get around. This is not good for the economy.
This place just isn’t what it used to be, she thought to herself while pumping her tank full of gasoline. People weren’t friendly anymore and nobody came to help her shovel the snow out of her driveway. She was feeling disconnected. Everyone in the neighbourhood was new, and she felt so alone.
The gasoline burst out of the can, soaking everything in sight. I felt sick inside but I knew what I was doing had to be done. Or at least that I could not look myself in the mirror until I burned all of it. I took my lighter out of my pocket and set the lot of it on fire. It was all gone.
gasoline dribbled down the side of the car. he rounded the corner before flipping the lighter and setting it ablaze, the car exploded in a torrent of black smoke. it was over 20 minutes before anyone could get near the wreckage and by than he was gone.
We dunked our kevlar in paint-cans of white gas; took cigarette lighters to the thing, chained to our hands. Then we danced for hours, painting rhodonea curves and hypotrochoids onto the night.
“And now,” said Father McLeary, I shall read from the ancient scriptures. Let us bow our heads in prayer.”
The congregation knelt down on the cushioned fold-down stumps in their pews. Father McLeary smiled gently and read,
And the Lord spake unto young Jesus and said,
“Baby, baby suck your thumb,
Wash your face in bubble gum,
If you don’t know what I mean,
Wash your face in gasoline.
Amen.”
He grabbed the arm of the nearest altar boy and loudly whispered, All right, which one of you little F#&$s switched out my Bible?!
By richpee URL on 04.15.2011
I’m going to stop drinking gasoline every damn time I see your face look back at me, through the piles of skeletons and machinery that litters our home. And one of these days, I am going to choke you to death, leave you lifeless on the floor, and marry you.
By Zach URL on 04.15.2011
gasoline is used by people to fuel the cars. today’s societies are dependent on cars and therefore gasoline is very important to most people.
By Annette on 04.15.2011
Our relationship only needed gasoline and one match to blow it up. We were so toxic for each other. Desire fueled him those nights; when the sun shone, we were back at one anothers’ throats. My perception was nothing but a blurred whirlwind of colors and fragments of thoughts.
By Marissa URL on 04.15.2011
Standing in the fumes, it’s hard to imagine that it’s come to this, that there are people who are alive, and here you are, in the cold, your hand on the pump, watching numbers tick by on the frantic little clock. There’s a breeze, somewhere.
By Toddfrank on 04.15.2011
it makes the car go and smells like noise that goes up your nose. It used to smell good and now it hurts. It fills up the car and that makes me feel very powerful.
By SHEILA on 04.15.2011
The gasoline was dripping out onto the cold linoleum floor. He gave me that sickly sweet smile, holding up a match with a pinch of his two fingers. He gave me a peculiar look before striking the match and dropping onto the floor.
By Waffleshockk URL on 04.15.2011
The oil, it’s drowning the world in a sea of greed.
By Feimei URL on 04.15.2011
It was somewhere in the middle of nowhere, around the time of no return. The man in the car had been driving for a while…sometime between forever and never. At some point in time, he swerved and crashed. Into what? It was gone when he went to inspect.
By Annika on 04.15.2011
gasolina, dame mas gasolina!
By viaclactic URL on 04.15.2011
Gasoline make’s my head hurt.
I Hate It.Why?
Becouse potato
By viaclactic URL on 04.15.2011
i think its very expensive and well since i live in the city now i dont really have to worry much about it. BUt ill be going back to texas for the summer and definetly driving soon so I’m going to have to worry about carpooling and what not, which i can do with raquel, since hopefully we will get a job at the same place. it’s smelly and gross and black and
By Chloe on 04.15.2011
In the present economic climate, the need for increasing amounts of gasoline is putting a drain on individual and national resources. Electric cars may be the best solution currently available though other forms of power may some day work.
By Susan Rubendall on 04.15.2011
oh man, i hate the smell of gasoline. some people like it. these people are strange. do you know someone who likes the smell of gasoline? not your favorite person is it? the terrible tragic dichotomy of seeing the oily splotches on the road that are all pretty and trippy and rainbow-y is that those are little units of pollution. they may be just sitting there for now, howev, the are conspirating with other splotches and really mucking things up. We have a ways to go when it comes to cleaning this planet up. first things first, ditch the car.
By Alan Jelercic on 04.15.2011
“Take it,” he said, shoving the red cup in my hand.
I wrinkled my nose. The beer smelled like gasoline. I’d never had any before, and I wasn’t about to start now. “Ugh,” I muttered, but feigned a smile, silently dumping it into the plant behind me when he turned his back.
By laurel reid URL on 04.15.2011
One of the most double-sided blades known to mankind. It makes our world go round, but causes thousands of animals to die from oil spills. I don’t know what else to write.
By James on 04.15.2011
THe world’s supply of fasoline is dwindling and an alternative must be found soon, in fact the future of humaity’s existence may depend entirely upon our ability to find a solution to this growing problem. Yet even as it serves as our life’s blood.
By Edna on 04.15.2011
it makes you go. but I don’t have any go right now. I’m not about to go up in flames: just too tired.
but tomorrow, say hello to gasoline and fossil fuel and take responsibility. Joy.
By smr URL on 04.15.2011
The world’s supply of gasoline is dwindling and an alternative must be found soon, in fact the future of humanity’s existence may depend entirely upon our ability to find a solution to this growing problem. Yet even as it serves as our life’s blood it maims and damages our Earth, our home, and we can’t do a thing to stop it.
By Edna on 04.15.2011
She pours it on the floor, thick, yellow, sweet.
Sweet, like the lies.
Sweet, like his kiss.
Sweet, like the second half of the word bittersweet, where the bitter underscored the word. Funny, how that word always meant more than it was supposed to.
She supposed she could let the whole incident go and start over.
Pause.
Sweet smell of gasoline.
She flicks the match, and everything goes up in flames.
By spazzycorn URL on 04.15.2011
i like the smell,
but hate waiting for gas,
i hate diesel
loud and obnoxious
it sounds
and kills earth
not that i care but what a waste of resources diesel is and
gasoline is pretty
pretty.
By Chloe on 04.15.2011
Gasoline is a very expensive good that is a necessity world wide. It dictates if the economy is doing well or not as well.
By Andrew Bokor on 04.15.2011
Pollutes the earth, lights on fire easily. Burns, burns, burns. Greenhouse gas emissions are gross, so gasoline is gross too. Smells bad. Expensive too, which sucks. At least it keeps my car running. Need to get some bioethanol going…
By Neelia on 04.15.2011
The smell was horrid. A mixture of gasoline and burnt bodies made for a horrific image as I slowed down to pass the accident. The emergency crew had just removed a small child from the back seat, all charred, lifeless, tortured to death in an instant by the explosion.
By DayleSnail URL on 04.15.2011
GASOLINE:thus coming full circle,we finish where we began.perhaps,it is too much to expect rejoicing,but that does not make the gift any less valuable.in fact, it makes it much more so,because it makes life so so much more precious to appreciate.
By The Fake Dann URL on 04.15.2011
When I think about what gasoline is – refined & processed oil – it makes me connect with what it has been for billions of years. Underground, simple in its outcome from the processes of earth’s evolution. Nothing to do but sit there and wait for humans to industrialise and exploit it to the brink of their own extinction.
By DayleSnail URL on 04.15.2011
pour me into his eyes and light me up
bring me more im out of li fe…please…not fire
pydro
maniac
attack from the back of the stack
intact…but dont react and dont look back
its only crack
By amberlee watson URL on 04.15.2011
the most important thing on earth right now. we are facing dearth of gas here in our country these days. Though there seems to be dearth of every good thing here now. Energy resources are becoming sc
By Farrukh URL on 04.15.2011
Burning, red, hot, liquid. Burning, death. Energy, life, wealth, plenitude. For every side there is another, infinite possibilities.
By Mai on 04.15.2011
pump gas in my awesome car. i’m so cool with my fancy car. it smells good. way too over priced though. I like driving but I hate that cars take gasoline. I wish it was free. I wish I had my own little never ending supply of gas. That would make me happy. A carefree life. How wonderful would that be.
By Alexia on 04.15.2011
Gasoline petroleum your memory blazes through me burning everything and these years just seem so many imitations exhaust exhaust shame shame.
And these years just seem so many imitations turning green. Each like the last they go out past credits on a screen. Markings traceries taste ozone
By Alexandra on 04.15.2011
The price of gas today is absolutely ridiculous. I can remember when I was young gas was only 40 cents a liter. Now it is over a dollar. I think it is more economically sound to take public transportation.
By Anna on 04.15.2011
The price of gasoline is crazy. It just shows how much greed there is in the world. There is no reason for this other than greed. It’s scary as it will crimp my travel style. It will be hard for the poor to get around. This is not good for the economy.
By Becky on 04.15.2011
Prices are too high. We cant keep up and its out of control. How do we stop it? How do we put ourselves back in control? What do we do?
Maybe we just need bikes.
By keli on 04.15.2011
This place just isn’t what it used to be, she thought to herself while pumping her tank full of gasoline. People weren’t friendly anymore and nobody came to help her shovel the snow out of her driveway. She was feeling disconnected. Everyone in the neighbourhood was new, and she felt so alone.
By Pam on 04.15.2011
the gasoline spilled from the car and as this thought crossed her mind, there was a sudden blast.
By mehro URL on 04.15.2011
The price is ridiculous we need to take over all the mid east countries to steal their gas.
By Joe Renzo URL on 04.15.2011
The gasoline burst out of the can, soaking everything in sight. I felt sick inside but I knew what I was doing had to be done. Or at least that I could not look myself in the mirror until I burned all of it. I took my lighter out of my pocket and set the lot of it on fire. It was all gone.
By kait on 04.15.2011
gasoline dribbled down the side of the car. he rounded the corner before flipping the lighter and setting it ablaze, the car exploded in a torrent of black smoke. it was over 20 minutes before anyone could get near the wreckage and by than he was gone.
By mel*** URL on 04.15.2011
We dunked our kevlar in paint-cans of white gas; took cigarette lighters to the thing, chained to our hands. Then we danced for hours, painting rhodonea curves and hypotrochoids onto the night.
By lynx URL on 04.15.2011