Yes I marked the spot in the garage. . when I was back at the house on December 22. They had asked me with all of the rebuilding of the garage, which was the last area of concrete. . in the last area where the concrete was poured. And they handed me an orange spray can and I put an 'X'. . that's it! An 'X' over the spot in the corner of the garage where I thought the last area was poured. Now all of a sudden Kunkle claims that I not only drew an 'X', but I put an 'O' on top of it where the head was and made the 'X' look like it was a stick figure. . and that's not true.
When the planes still swoop down and aerial spray a field in order to kill a predator insect with pesticides, we are in the Dark Ages of commerce. Maybe one thousandth of this aerial insecticide actually prevents the infestation. The balance goes to the leaves, into the soil, into the water, into all forms of wildlife, into ourselves. What is good for the balance sheet is wasteful of resources and harmful to life.
Safe sex, safe music, safe clothing, safe hair spray, safe ozone layer. Too late! Everything that's been achieved in the history of mankind has been achieved by not being safe.
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too!
I'm no cook. When I want lemon on chicken, I spray it with Pledge.
You might be a redneck if it's easier to spray weed killer on your lawn than mow it.
The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other. Throw it in the garbage and it springs up clean. Try to root it out and it only flourishes. Love is a weed, a dandelion that you poison from your heart. The taproots wait. The seeds blow off, ticklish, into a part of the yard you didn't spray. And one day, though you worked, though you prodded out each spiky leaf, you lift your eyes and dozens of fat golden faces bob in the grass.
We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret.
Yeah, spray tans are not for me.
I got out of the tub and had to squelch a scream when I saw my reflection in the vanity mirror. My hair looked like it had taken 2000 volts and been spray starched
The key to the U. N. 's global warming study was man's use of aerosol spray. You have to know the French were involved in a study concluding that Arrid Extra Dry is destroying the Earth. In a world in which everyone smelled, the French would be at no disadvantage. Aerosol spray. How convenient.
The only thing in my bag that works is the bug spray.
Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste?
Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
Motivation clears the head faster than a nasal spray.
My friends think its weird that I spray perfume on my feet.
By focusing on such a narrow slice of Nepali life, Ms. Spray and Mr. Velez have ceded any totalizing claim on the truth and instead settled for a perfect incompleteness.
Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows;Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd bower. Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn,She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn.
When machines fail, when technology fails, when the conventional religion fails, people have got to have something. Even a zombin lurching through the night can seem pretty cheerful compared to the existential comedyhorror of the ozone layer dissolving under the combined assult of a million flurocarbon spray cans of deoderant. " - The Mist
