I think I'd like to see CDs disappear. Too much plastic crap lying around. If I want some music these days, I'm gonna either get as MP3s or on vinyl.
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting throught the wind Wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards One blow from caving in
Everything's plastic, we're all going to die sooner or later, so what does it matter.
Chasing dragons with plastic swords, Jack Off Jimmy everybody wants more.
I have witnessed the takeover of my world by plastic.
In a dung heap, even a plastic bead can gleam like a sapphire.
Thank you for liking Sin City. I can completely understand if you watch that movie and then I talk about single-use plastic bags and you're a little confused, maybe put off: "You should be talking about machine guns! In a sexy way!" I'm sorry, that's not me.
I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic.
I'm sorry, I'm not very knowledgeable about the plastic model industry, so I can't answer that question. Unfortunately, I can't really make a statement on the plastic scale modeling kits, probably because I'd be eradicated from the industry if I made my true feelings known.
My stockbroker asked me something important today: paper or plastic?
I may be married to a plastic surgeon, but I'm 98 percent real.
I imagine, in the future, life expectancy is long and they use crazy plastic surgery. Who the hell knows what's going on?
In the biotech revolution, it is the human body, not iron or steel or plastic, that's at the source. Are the biocapitalists going to be allowed to dig without consent into our genetic codes, then market them?
I wouldn't want to play a normal princess who always walks around in nice dresses. I never had a connection to it when I was a child, I preferred playing with plastic soldiers.
I've never had plastic surgery, but if they made a new invention for making people taller, I'd be the first to have the surgery.
There's no grand excellence to it. In my experience it was just almost the gulaggy boringness of it that'll kill you. You're just in this murk. And you're with other humans, but you lose all your human skills and it's just like you're in this plastic bag and you can't quite connect with people. You lose your ability to transmit electricity or something, and to receive it.
She understood. They were plastic flowers of words—but they looked nice on the surface.
Thought dissolves the material universe by carrying the mind up into a sphere where all is plastic.
I have quite a lot of plastic sunglasses. It's just a nice accessory, it adds a final thing, and it's my favorite way of figuring an outfit.
We humans have become dependent on plastic for a range of uses, from packaging to products. Reducing our use of plastic bags is an easy place to start getting our addiction under control.