as in literal. we have a whole tank full. we could go anywhere today. i would go anywhere today. with you next sit over. we could put the playlist to random and i would go anywhere with you.
gasoline is so annoying. It just reached 3.99 a gallon and it is supposed to be 5.00 by labor day. I hate going up to the pump to fill my car up and having it be $50. I remember when I could fill up for $25. All for the purpose of getting from one place to the next.
Lindsay Jipping
Gasoline.
Linden
Reminds me of a song. Because I hear words in clips and phrases, think sick like ginger ale, my time here’s gotten stale. So sing with me in the gasoline fire, really shouldn’t let the days go by you glycerine squire.
(and that’s free word association for you when a lot of downtown radio stations are set to the 90s, and music just so happens to be on the mind.)
it’s this sickly fuel oil problem that makes us the addicted users that we are. it’s black the tar stuck in our lungs and it’s like the 21st century black plague disease come to wipe us out. It’s a damnation, a plague sent by the devil himself to test us. And i belive we have failed the test. We have given in to his sick devices and proven ourselves unworthy.
Talia
gas prices are so high. i hate how dependent we are on gasoline. it doesn’t make sense. at the mercy of others to get to work, to go out and have fun, to live at all.
gasoline is derived from petroleum . so, it is a petroleum product. it is used as a fuel for combustion. it contains ethanol. it is a kind of liquid fuel.
shradha
gasoline is a clear liquid. gasoline burns hotter then the hay. gasoline itself does not burn, but its vapors do. my car needs to be filled with gasoline. gasoline does not smell very good
baump
The sweet smell of a pyre fills the air as eyes of intensity watch for the single spark to start the moment.
the gas prices are way too high. i can barely even afford to go to my home because im away at college. it depicts a lot of things that i get to do. i wish i could have an electric car. or that prices are just cheaper. they shouldnt be so high. and no i dont understand all the reasons as to why they are but it doesnt matter they just shouldnt. the problem should be fixed.
Lauren
Man, why am I getting this again and again! I’m tired of you gasoline…..
Don’t worry, I won’t use much. I couldn’t if I wanted to, I don’t have the cash. Especially not here. I don’t even know how to read the gas prices, but I know if I could, I wouldn’t like what they say. I wish I could rent a car and drive from one coast to the next, seeing the Swedish countryside and loving the sun.
Kendra
made from oil, used as fuel for diverse vehicles, flammable
fuck you
What can be said. I have to believe that the people running the gas and oil companies run the whole world and have all the money. More money than God. Just an intolerable about of money. Think about it. They sell Gasoline.
BABA BOOEY.
colin
ma gandesc la tigari. as fuma in continuu… gasoline… bricheta, gaz, vicii… nu as putea sa traiesc fara. daca nu as fuma m-as plictisi de moarte. orice om tre sa aiba un viciu. daca nu e vorba de tigari, mouse, alcool sau treburi de-astea, sigur e ceva mai grav.
madda
gasoline smells like a nice summer day.
it reminds me of frolicking in the underground parking lot.
brings back memories of my childhood in toronto.
loveeeee it.
lol
maddy
it’s a thing that we use to make our cars go it’s really expensive and in high demand everywhere, it smells bad and people inhale it to get high,the US doesn’t have a lot so we use other countries for it and that’s why so many countries are our alies. people take it for granted but it’s going to run out soon and we have to find a different way to use it.
Christine
So I doused their papers in gasoline, because they never taught me anything deeper than arithmetic, and grammar. It was waste of time, and an even bigger waste of money. They force us to go, and they give us no choice. It’s never a matter of what you learn, only a matter of how you act. I love to learn, but I hate going to school.
flames encompassed the entire parking lot, the only remaining surviver were the animals watching the catatrophe from afar as the bright light turned the dark night into day.
gaby breiter
fuel. petrol. oil. big multinationals taking advanage of the little people. money. war. hatred. all just to fill up a car. to feed the great god profit.
liz
is an oil that we pump into our cars to make them go. We don’t hear the screams of the families who’s homes were destroyed so we could have that gasoline. We fund the war when we buy gasoline. We don’t fund the arts though. We don’t help out the schools and buy our CDs instead of burning them. We fund the war like it’s more important.
Milana Jordan
She smiled and flicked the match. We saw his name in the paper, “Trailer Explosion, Man Suspected Dead”. He was a pile of ash somewhere. Perhaps a few teeth and bone. She was known as “The Little Match Girl” for a good reason.
We pulled up the the gas station. There was no one around. He got out to fill the tank; we weren’t even close to getting there. He cursed as he tried to fit the nozzle into the truck, and I just cried. Why wasn’t anyone else there?
Ginette
air smells
why so toxic
going in
click click
pacing pacing
black
The fires reflected in the gasoline lain over the roads. The car lay there, a hunk of metal, silent almost as if it was always there. If a car crashes into a wall, and there’s noone there to see it, could you take it back?
http://the-rubber-necker.blogspot.com/
we are drinking orange juice in the front of the pickup
dad’s pumping gas
and there is an old indian man glaring through
the dirty windshield at us
the straw breaks
and orange juice runs down my
fingers
the smell of gasoline
The smell of gasoline polluted the air. Broken down cars and trucks lay scattered across the empty wasteland, creating a very graveyard like atmosphere.
The sound of a single violins sad melody echoed throughout the plain.
i hate when gasoline explodes in my face at the gas station in the morning before work totally ruins my hair and then i get laughed at in work and the boss gives me an odd look in the board room and i know im introuble. also its pricey have to pay for gas and dry cleaning jeezz.
jenny
Gasoline. A nonrenewable resource that has caused many disasters. Economic, global, and more. This resource has made people turn into slaves to their cars. I believe we should try to use our car less, and use bikes, or walk as much as we can.
Gasoline. What fuels our modern world. Kills our environment, or so they say. Kills our pockets, or does it make them free? Gasoline is a mean to an end, a way to the places we are going.
Ashley Kate
non-sustainable.
faux fuel for the rat race.
industry. industrial. economic strength.
soon to come the plummet.
I love the smell of gasoline. It reminds me of those hot summer days where we go out on the boat. Gasoline and cigars. That’s what gasoline reminds me of. Fun. How weird, but it’s true.
I remember sitting at a stop-light in the passenger seat of that beat up 1984 Mazda. My brother turned up Mighty Mighty Bosstones so that it blared out of the crackling speakers and reverberated against our eardrums.
“Stabs like dagger, make you stagger on the hot tin foil…”
The windows were down, (no air conditioning, of course) and cigarettes dangled from our fingers.
“Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil…”
We were totally content in each others company. The light turned green, and my brother hit the gas pedal.
I remember sitting at a stop-light in the passenger seat of that beat up 1984 Mazda. My brother turned up Mighty Mighty Bosstones so that it blared out of the crackling speakers and reverberated against our eardrums.
“Stabs like dagger, make you stagger on the hot tin foil…”
The windows were down, (no air conditioning, of course) and cigarettes dangled from our fingers. We were totally content in each others company. The light turned green, and my brother hit the gas pedal.
“Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil…
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil”
as in literal. we have a whole tank full. we could go anywhere today. i would go anywhere today. with you next sit over. we could put the playlist to random and i would go anywhere with you.
gasoline is so annoying. It just reached 3.99 a gallon and it is supposed to be 5.00 by labor day. I hate going up to the pump to fill my car up and having it be $50. I remember when I could fill up for $25. All for the purpose of getting from one place to the next.
Gasoline.
Reminds me of a song. Because I hear words in clips and phrases, think sick like ginger ale, my time here’s gotten stale. So sing with me in the gasoline fire, really shouldn’t let the days go by you glycerine squire.
(and that’s free word association for you when a lot of downtown radio stations are set to the 90s, and music just so happens to be on the mind.)
it’s this sickly fuel oil problem that makes us the addicted users that we are. it’s black the tar stuck in our lungs and it’s like the 21st century black plague disease come to wipe us out. It’s a damnation, a plague sent by the devil himself to test us. And i belive we have failed the test. We have given in to his sick devices and proven ourselves unworthy.
gas prices are so high. i hate how dependent we are on gasoline. it doesn’t make sense. at the mercy of others to get to work, to go out and have fun, to live at all.
gasoline is derived from petroleum . so, it is a petroleum product. it is used as a fuel for combustion. it contains ethanol. it is a kind of liquid fuel.
gasoline is a clear liquid. gasoline burns hotter then the hay. gasoline itself does not burn, but its vapors do. my car needs to be filled with gasoline. gasoline does not smell very good
The sweet smell of a pyre fills the air as eyes of intensity watch for the single spark to start the moment.
the gas prices are way too high. i can barely even afford to go to my home because im away at college. it depicts a lot of things that i get to do. i wish i could have an electric car. or that prices are just cheaper. they shouldnt be so high. and no i dont understand all the reasons as to why they are but it doesnt matter they just shouldnt. the problem should be fixed.
Man, why am I getting this again and again! I’m tired of you gasoline…..
Don’t worry, I won’t use much. I couldn’t if I wanted to, I don’t have the cash. Especially not here. I don’t even know how to read the gas prices, but I know if I could, I wouldn’t like what they say. I wish I could rent a car and drive from one coast to the next, seeing the Swedish countryside and loving the sun.
made from oil, used as fuel for diverse vehicles, flammable
What can be said. I have to believe that the people running the gas and oil companies run the whole world and have all the money. More money than God. Just an intolerable about of money. Think about it. They sell Gasoline.
BABA BOOEY.
ma gandesc la tigari. as fuma in continuu… gasoline… bricheta, gaz, vicii… nu as putea sa traiesc fara. daca nu as fuma m-as plictisi de moarte. orice om tre sa aiba un viciu. daca nu e vorba de tigari, mouse, alcool sau treburi de-astea, sigur e ceva mai grav.
gasoline smells like a nice summer day.
it reminds me of frolicking in the underground parking lot.
brings back memories of my childhood in toronto.
loveeeee it.
lol
it’s a thing that we use to make our cars go it’s really expensive and in high demand everywhere, it smells bad and people inhale it to get high,the US doesn’t have a lot so we use other countries for it and that’s why so many countries are our alies. people take it for granted but it’s going to run out soon and we have to find a different way to use it.
So I doused their papers in gasoline, because they never taught me anything deeper than arithmetic, and grammar. It was waste of time, and an even bigger waste of money. They force us to go, and they give us no choice. It’s never a matter of what you learn, only a matter of how you act. I love to learn, but I hate going to school.
flames encompassed the entire parking lot, the only remaining surviver were the animals watching the catatrophe from afar as the bright light turned the dark night into day.
fuel. petrol. oil. big multinationals taking advanage of the little people. money. war. hatred. all just to fill up a car. to feed the great god profit.
is an oil that we pump into our cars to make them go. We don’t hear the screams of the families who’s homes were destroyed so we could have that gasoline. We fund the war when we buy gasoline. We don’t fund the arts though. We don’t help out the schools and buy our CDs instead of burning them. We fund the war like it’s more important.
She smiled and flicked the match. We saw his name in the paper, “Trailer Explosion, Man Suspected Dead”. He was a pile of ash somewhere. Perhaps a few teeth and bone. She was known as “The Little Match Girl” for a good reason.
We pulled up the the gas station. There was no one around. He got out to fill the tank; we weren’t even close to getting there. He cursed as he tried to fit the nozzle into the truck, and I just cried. Why wasn’t anyone else there?
air smells
why so toxic
going in
click click
pacing pacing
black
The fires reflected in the gasoline lain over the roads. The car lay there, a hunk of metal, silent almost as if it was always there. If a car crashes into a wall, and there’s noone there to see it, could you take it back?
we are drinking orange juice in the front of the pickup
dad’s pumping gas
and there is an old indian man glaring through
the dirty windshield at us
the straw breaks
and orange juice runs down my
fingers
the smell of gasoline
The smell of gasoline polluted the air. Broken down cars and trucks lay scattered across the empty wasteland, creating a very graveyard like atmosphere.
The sound of a single violins sad melody echoed throughout the plain.
Oh have some gasoline
so that I may fill my car
in time it will run out
but until then I shall enjoy
the freedom of driving
With the blowing and the bugs getting smashed against the window
I will enjoy the gasoline
and I shall be seen.
gas prices are getting highrt, aren’t they? kind of obnoxious. i wish were all just used bikes..
i hate when gasoline explodes in my face at the gas station in the morning before work totally ruins my hair and then i get laughed at in work and the boss gives me an odd look in the board room and i know im introuble. also its pricey have to pay for gas and dry cleaning jeezz.
Gasoline. A nonrenewable resource that has caused many disasters. Economic, global, and more. This resource has made people turn into slaves to their cars. I believe we should try to use our car less, and use bikes, or walk as much as we can.
Gasoline. What fuels our modern world. Kills our environment, or so they say. Kills our pockets, or does it make them free? Gasoline is a mean to an end, a way to the places we are going.
non-sustainable.
faux fuel for the rat race.
industry. industrial. economic strength.
soon to come the plummet.
I love the smell of gasoline. It reminds me of those hot summer days where we go out on the boat. Gasoline and cigars. That’s what gasoline reminds me of. Fun. How weird, but it’s true.
“Royal oil, come on bubble and boil…”
I remember sitting at a stop-light in the passenger seat of that beat up 1984 Mazda. My brother turned up Mighty Mighty Bosstones so that it blared out of the crackling speakers and reverberated against our eardrums.
“Stabs like dagger, make you stagger on the hot tin foil…”
The windows were down, (no air conditioning, of course) and cigarettes dangled from our fingers.
“Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil…”
We were totally content in each others company. The light turned green, and my brother hit the gas pedal.
“Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil”
“Royal oil, come on bubble and boil…”
I remember sitting at a stop-light in the passenger seat of that beat up 1984 Mazda. My brother turned up Mighty Mighty Bosstones so that it blared out of the crackling speakers and reverberated against our eardrums.
“Stabs like dagger, make you stagger on the hot tin foil…”
The windows were down, (no air conditioning, of course) and cigarettes dangled from our fingers. We were totally content in each others company. The light turned green, and my brother hit the gas pedal.
“Mind your mind or it will surely spoil, then you sleep down in the soil…
Nothing comes from nothing, come on Royal Oil”