Gasoline is the fuel that is destroying the world that it built. It is too deeply entrenched in society to change it in time to save the world even if the world was ready to change. The powers that be, that is.
My car depends on this. Driving is my passion and i love it. Without gasoline it is impossible for me enjoy it. Thanks! But on the hind sight it is a major air polluter.
“I cannot believe that you let us run out! We are now sitting in the middle of a very busy intersection, and we are out of gasoline!” Jenny fumed at Carlos, refusing to believe he had done this to her. Yes, that is how she saw it – not that he had forgotten to get gas, but that he had done it to her purposefully!
I love the smell of gasoline. Sort of like how I love the smell of permanent markers, or nail polish. I don’t really know why. Maybe it just smells so putrid and rich that I just…like it. The colours in gasoline amaze me. Something so simple can be hit by a ray of sun and turn into a rainbow of purples, greens, and blues… Without it, I wouldn’t be able to see my family and friends who live far away; it’s not like I could walk. It’s like the glue that holds us together I suppose.
I like the smell of it, even though I know I shouldn’t. It seems it bit pricey, and it makes me glad I don’t drive a car anymore. It seem to be at the root of many international squabbles. If I could, I would invent an alternative source of energy.
An American word – those of us across the pond stumble over it. Gas – in our English – is a vapour; the word generally used to mean the smelly stuff that fuels our cookers and our central heating. Now if you’d said petrol . . .
There was only one store in the whole town and it sold everything you would ever need. Cigarettes, gasoline, books, magazines, matches. Heck, it even sold stuffing and fur, although what you’d do with that was anyone’s guess.
gasoline smells bad and costs a lot and fuels all the wars in the world. Actually, well- not all, bit the all wars the US is involved in. It is not sustainable. I would rather walk to work.
Even in the symbol of the cruel industrialised world, where thousands starve, burn and die in the name of progress; if the light is shining, you will see a rainbow.
It smelled. Really bad.
What was that smell?
I dug around in my back pocket for a matchstick. As I took out, and motioned to light it, he quickly stopped me and shouted,
“NO! Don’t! It’s gas, idiot!”
Don’t know anything about gasoline. That’s something masculine and smelly. Something unnatural and dangerous. Something that leads to crashed: with other cars, other people, and nature. Which is not something separate form human.s Nature is us. It’s our arms. Which can be burned by an explosion caused by gasoline.
Fuels my car. Starts fires. Comes from the earth. Cannot be consumed by humans. When burned, fumes are bad for environment. Smells good. Stations. Comes from a pump.
of all the things i hate in the world it is gasoline… sure it gets me from a to b… allows me to voyage on epic road trips and enjoy good tunes roaring along the coast!! but surely, we can find more things to occupy our mind tanks than the constant reminder of how expensive this shit is!!
I still say ‘gas station’ and ‘I have to get gas’, I don’t say petrol, its a hangover from the years in America, I m made up of all these different lives and places, I don’t belong here, that’s for sure and anyway the nasty stuff that I buy is actually diesel
Does anyone know where I can get the sort of fuel that gets me where I need to be?
Gasoline is a petroleum product. It is used as fuel for automobiles. Gasoline when burnt emits lot of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere there by increasing the pollution level in the air. Gasoline is highly combustible fuel.
some people like the smell
but I think that’s just asking for attention
“really?” “how can you stand it?” *look at me! I’m different*
our entire world is going to implode over it.
and pumping it in the winter is worse than death
One Canteen, one tiny match, one great explosion…..
One bottle, one lite rag, and really good aim….
One tank, one nonfunctional gauge, one really long walk…
One camp fire, one slightly major miscalculation, two singed eyebrows…
Standing at the gas station waiting, the smell overwhelms me, a grey, sad smell. Raw, almost crude. It’s dry, hot, sunny and feeling less. In the air conditioned car it moves life laughs on the lips of little children playing on the lap of their mothers…
destroying the world with our hunt for fossil fuels. Another reason humanity is self harming. Fuelling our demise. Powering us toward our untimely end.
I don’t drive, I never have. So what would I need gasoline for? Better for the planet to not drive, although I am probably the only one amongst my friends and family who doesn’t, I am doing my bit.
I like the smell of gasoline… or is it gas? Gasoline is flammable. It is bad for your skin too, and yet it is something that we use in everyday like. I wonder what we will come up with next.
THE GASOLINE BEGAN TO POUR DOWN THE SIDE OF THE CAR AS I CHECKED FOR THE MAP IN THE SHOP. NOT KNOWING THE DANGERS OF LEAVING THE CAR UNATTENDED WHILE ADDING THE GASOLINE WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I COULD HAVE MADE IN THIS INSTANCE. I PUT NOT ONLY MY LIFE AT RESK BUT ALSO THE LIVES OF THE OTHER BYSTANDERS WHO WERE GOING ALONG THEIR DAILY ROUTINE. WHEN I WENT TO START THE ENGINE AFTER
It makes us go fast. Smells funny. Burnes your nostrils, but in a nice way. Roads. Quickshops. It’s freedom.
The freedom to get away from “Here”, and go somewhere more exotic. Because everywhere is more exotic than here.
what is that? i don’t have a clue. gasoline. G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E. has it something to do which petrol stations? with cars? is it the stuff you put in your car so it has enough energy to drive? or is it this thingy which transports petrol from A to B like in russia?
Gasoline costs way too much, I am tired of paying for it. Sick of going day to day wondering how much the greasy shit is. It’s unreal how much we have to pay for it to get around to the places we need to go to, like work-or the grocery store, doctors, etc. I wish things were better in this world.
Costs way too much, I am getting tired of paying for it.
Searching for other ways to get around it, maybe I will ride a bide or just start walking places more often.
I don’t get why it had to be so expensive anyways, people could help each other out and cut costs.
I hate how everything is about money anymore. But that is the way it is, I guess.
There was a time when gasoline only cost a quarter and now we are forced into buying it for almost 4 bucks. I have a big truck…I need a small car…it has become way too expensive to fill my gas tank, I am thinking that I need to get a motorcycle soon. If the prices continue to increase, I am afraid I may have to start riding my neighbor to work. She isn’t going to like that much at all. She’s little..I’m not.
The price of gas is so high now, but I still pay for it. Driving is the most wonderful experience, I get so much thinking done, I see so many beautiful aspects of life. But now I have to worry about whether or not it will break me to pay for the fuel to do so. Isn’t that sad?
Tanks upon tanks. Artillery and arson fuel the world we live in. Clear, filmy, with a hint of a rainbow swimming, dissolving on its surface. Necessary for life and bringer of death. The contradiction of capitalism.
Gasoline is the fuel that is destroying the world that it built. It is too deeply entrenched in society to change it in time to save the world even if the world was ready to change. The powers that be, that is.
My car depends on this. Driving is my passion and i love it. Without gasoline it is impossible for me enjoy it. Thanks! But on the hind sight it is a major air polluter.
“I cannot believe that you let us run out! We are now sitting in the middle of a very busy intersection, and we are out of gasoline!” Jenny fumed at Carlos, refusing to believe he had done this to her. Yes, that is how she saw it – not that he had forgotten to get gas, but that he had done it to her purposefully!
I love the smell of gasoline. Sort of like how I love the smell of permanent markers, or nail polish. I don’t really know why. Maybe it just smells so putrid and rich that I just…like it. The colours in gasoline amaze me. Something so simple can be hit by a ray of sun and turn into a rainbow of purples, greens, and blues… Without it, I wouldn’t be able to see my family and friends who live far away; it’s not like I could walk. It’s like the glue that holds us together I suppose.
I like the smell of it, even though I know I shouldn’t. It seems it bit pricey, and it makes me glad I don’t drive a car anymore. It seem to be at the root of many international squabbles. If I could, I would invent an alternative source of energy.
An American word – those of us across the pond stumble over it. Gas – in our English – is a vapour; the word generally used to mean the smelly stuff that fuels our cookers and our central heating. Now if you’d said petrol . . .
There was only one store in the whole town and it sold everything you would ever need. Cigarettes, gasoline, books, magazines, matches. Heck, it even sold stuffing and fur, although what you’d do with that was anyone’s guess.
gasoline smells bad and costs a lot and fuels all the wars in the world. Actually, well- not all, bit the all wars the US is involved in. It is not sustainable. I would rather walk to work.
It reminds me of bonfires on the beach and you would pour gasoline over the top to make it bigger..
Even in the symbol of the cruel industrialised world, where thousands starve, burn and die in the name of progress; if the light is shining, you will see a rainbow.
Gasoline at almost $4 a gallon has alot of families homebound this summer. Here are 10 things to do this summer without spending $10 in gas.
It smelled. Really bad.
What was that smell?
I dug around in my back pocket for a matchstick. As I took out, and motioned to light it, he quickly stopped me and shouted,
“NO! Don’t! It’s gas, idiot!”
Don’t know anything about gasoline. That’s something masculine and smelly. Something unnatural and dangerous. Something that leads to crashed: with other cars, other people, and nature. Which is not something separate form human.s Nature is us. It’s our arms. Which can be burned by an explosion caused by gasoline.
gasloine – hot, runny, firey, fierce. fuel, makes you go – yet can be destrucctive as hell.
Haze drifts up from the tarmac as the gasoline spreads quickly down the slight slope of the BP gas station on Alex Turner rd.
Fuels my car. Starts fires. Comes from the earth. Cannot be consumed by humans. When burned, fumes are bad for environment. Smells good. Stations. Comes from a pump.
of all the things i hate in the world it is gasoline… sure it gets me from a to b… allows me to voyage on epic road trips and enjoy good tunes roaring along the coast!! but surely, we can find more things to occupy our mind tanks than the constant reminder of how expensive this shit is!!
I still say ‘gas station’ and ‘I have to get gas’, I don’t say petrol, its a hangover from the years in America, I m made up of all these different lives and places, I don’t belong here, that’s for sure and anyway the nasty stuff that I buy is actually diesel
Does anyone know where I can get the sort of fuel that gets me where I need to be?
Hydrocarbonic
Acids on our shores,
Eating up as they are consumed,
Exhausting themselves as the burn away,
Plug the hole.
Gasoline is a petroleum product. It is used as fuel for automobiles. Gasoline when burnt emits lot of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere there by increasing the pollution level in the air. Gasoline is highly combustible fuel.
some people like the smell
but I think that’s just asking for attention
“really?” “how can you stand it?” *look at me! I’m different*
our entire world is going to implode over it.
and pumping it in the winter is worse than death
One Canteen, one tiny match, one great explosion…..
One bottle, one lite rag, and really good aim….
One tank, one nonfunctional gauge, one really long walk…
One camp fire, one slightly major miscalculation, two singed eyebrows…
Standing at the gas station waiting, the smell overwhelms me, a grey, sad smell. Raw, almost crude. It’s dry, hot, sunny and feeling less. In the air conditioned car it moves life laughs on the lips of little children playing on the lap of their mothers…
destroying the world with our hunt for fossil fuels. Another reason humanity is self harming. Fuelling our demise. Powering us toward our untimely end.
fuel
relevant
needed
cars
traveling
it is needed to travel
expensive
explosive
It stuck to our clothes in lines,
amber and honeyed and rotted
dripping in lines that smelled
in some odd way,
clean.
I don’t know where it came from,
or how it stayed,
but it simply pulled at
everything I had,
taking my senses along
with it.
gasoline to me is a fuel that is hurting nature and will eventually destroy mankind. i hate it.
I don’t drive, I never have. So what would I need gasoline for? Better for the planet to not drive, although I am probably the only one amongst my friends and family who doesn’t, I am doing my bit.
sooo expensive… ill have to give up my house!
I like the smell of gasoline… or is it gas? Gasoline is flammable. It is bad for your skin too, and yet it is something that we use in everyday like. I wonder what we will come up with next.
THE GASOLINE BEGAN TO POUR DOWN THE SIDE OF THE CAR AS I CHECKED FOR THE MAP IN THE SHOP. NOT KNOWING THE DANGERS OF LEAVING THE CAR UNATTENDED WHILE ADDING THE GASOLINE WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE I COULD HAVE MADE IN THIS INSTANCE. I PUT NOT ONLY MY LIFE AT RESK BUT ALSO THE LIVES OF THE OTHER BYSTANDERS WHO WERE GOING ALONG THEIR DAILY ROUTINE. WHEN I WENT TO START THE ENGINE AFTER
It makes us go fast. Smells funny. Burnes your nostrils, but in a nice way. Roads. Quickshops. It’s freedom.
The freedom to get away from “Here”, and go somewhere more exotic. Because everywhere is more exotic than here.
fuel for the motor
global warming
economy
blood of money
our earth
america
what is that? i don’t have a clue. gasoline. G-A-S-O-L-I-N-E. has it something to do which petrol stations? with cars? is it the stuff you put in your car so it has enough energy to drive? or is it this thingy which transports petrol from A to B like in russia?
bronze pipes with a smog that lays thick
teasing for a flame
asking begging
pleading
explode
in a bright beautiful sea of light
Gasoline costs way too much, I am tired of paying for it. Sick of going day to day wondering how much the greasy shit is. It’s unreal how much we have to pay for it to get around to the places we need to go to, like work-or the grocery store, doctors, etc. I wish things were better in this world.
Costs way too much, I am getting tired of paying for it.
Searching for other ways to get around it, maybe I will ride a bide or just start walking places more often.
I don’t get why it had to be so expensive anyways, people could help each other out and cut costs.
I hate how everything is about money anymore. But that is the way it is, I guess.
There was a time when gasoline only cost a quarter and now we are forced into buying it for almost 4 bucks. I have a big truck…I need a small car…it has become way too expensive to fill my gas tank, I am thinking that I need to get a motorcycle soon. If the prices continue to increase, I am afraid I may have to start riding my neighbor to work. She isn’t going to like that much at all. She’s little..I’m not.
The price of gas is so high now, but I still pay for it. Driving is the most wonderful experience, I get so much thinking done, I see so many beautiful aspects of life. But now I have to worry about whether or not it will break me to pay for the fuel to do so. Isn’t that sad?
Tanks upon tanks. Artillery and arson fuel the world we live in. Clear, filmy, with a hint of a rainbow swimming, dissolving on its surface. Necessary for life and bringer of death. The contradiction of capitalism.