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Sometimes the air is so thick with your judgment that its clouds obstruct your vision. By Sally Hanan

The faint light all about, quivering and sourceless, refracted in the rain of drifting soot. By Cormac Mccarthy

In the back of my mind's eye, everything had a fuzzy green haze on it, like a brand-new tennis ball. The world was getting its Shine on. By Nalo Hopkinson

dimmed completely. By R.l. Stine

I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out. By Robert Frost

In the stutter-flashes of light, the clouds look like huge transparent brains filled with bad thoughts. By Stephen King

vague as a soft copper pulse of moonlight through blossoming sea coast fog. By Ellen Hopkins

In the land of wisdom, there is no fog in the air, no haze, no blur, no mirage, no smoke; all is seen plainly; the vision is very clean! By Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mad, adj. Affected with a high degree of intellectual independence. By Ambrose Bierce

The fog tried to remember something from its fog childhood, but the memory was...foggy. By Dan Ryckert

What see you in the horizon's bruised smearThat cannot be blotted outBy your raised hand? By Steven Erikson

The fog was mysterious. The lights were mysterious. The music was "A-Tisket, A-Tasket". By Adam Rex

I can't even think of a word strong enough to describe him. Apparently I need to expand my vocabulary. Caleb By Veronica Roth

Sky glowing dull pink. Simmer dim, as the Shetlanders called By Ian Rankin

Skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels ... By John Geddes

Let's just be smart this time. I'm looking for smart. By Joe Biden

Misty is the color of rain on a window. By Anne Michaels

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow. By Tom Petty

Severely bifurcated as he: someone who could be so utterly confident in some realms and so utterly despondent in others. By Hanya Yanagihara

[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light. By Christine De Pizan

Utterly, irrevocably, lost By Oscar Wilde

I am become a transparent eyeball ... By Ralph Waldo Emerson

Glowby had floated By Spencer Pierson

I'm crepuscular. By Christopher Hitchens

My eyes don't work, at least not fully, because they are blocked by disease. The scene around me appears through a kind of curtain, a haze. By Henry Grunwald

The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote: stink. Stank. Stunk. By Dr. Seuss

Shine: clear dew aching with light. By Du Fu

I'm covered with loser dust. By Courtney Love

I'm screwed up, mixed up, messed around, dive-bombing, crashing and burning. By Jaclyn Moriarty

No one can see very clearly inside the heavy fog, no one but the fog himself! By Mehmet Murat Ildan

the fog was fog and yet was not fog. it was liquid and solid, then gas, then a roiling putrescence expanding like a balloon blown with filth. By Tim Curran

Purple haze all in my eyes, don't know if it's day or night. You got me blowin', blowin' my mind. Is it tomorrow or just the end of time? By Jimi Hendrix

I am wrapped round with phrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent. By Virginia Woolf

I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I. By Kurt Vonnegut

Clouds are like boogers hanging on the nostrils of the moon. By Robin Williams

I'm bookbrained-the act of book obsession common in writers. Not to be confused with bookbrains, a delicacy for zombies when eating the former. By Zara Steen

Iridescent with fancy and winged it with paradox. By Oscar Wilde

Seaweed BrainWise Girl By Rick Riordan

Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers. By David Bowie

Pusillanimous. Talisman. By Christina Baker Kline

I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains By Annie Dillard

Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges. By D.h. Lawrence

The airpregnant with rainbowsshatters its mirrorsover the grove.- Air By Federico Garcia Lorca

dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole, By Julia Kent

I've found a different way to scent the air: already it's a by-word for despair. By Andrew Motion

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power. By Lord Byron

The air is hot, the atmosphere a bruise. By Jessie Burton

sand-bar, sorrowful By L.m. Montgomery

At night I sleep dreamlessly. In the mornings I wake to fog. By Lauren Oliver

Angel dust blown a sunder,Nestling on the edge of unchartered dreams,Filtering the dileneation between ones desires & needs. By Truth Devour

Demagoguebr>a vessel containing beer and other liquids. By Mark Twain

The neurotic circles ceaselessly above a fogged-in airport. By Mignon Mclaughlin

Unapologetically smitten with thunderstorms ... the thought of rough sex beneath an acid washed moon and hydrated stars ... By Brandi L. Bates

behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in By Bill O'reilly

I paint the fog - I think of its fresh moistness - its stillness - its mystery. By Douglas Lockwood

Mouse-brained fool By Erin Hunter

Hopeless. Freak. Elephant. Pitiful By Donna Cooner

Rainbows, very macho -Leo By Rick Riordan

Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful. By Mark Forsyth

The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow. By Theodore Roethke

moonshadow, tall By Stephen King

Your toastrong>ststrong>er's a puff. By St John Morris

One of those personalities who, in spite of all their words, are inarticulate By F Scott Fitzgerald

Drunk on research, exhilarated by arcane details By Sheridan Hay

One of those divine fools born to merge memory and mendacity into dreams as airily gorgeous as cobwebs strung with drops of dew. By Stephen King

stupid, overbarbering, possesive, fur ball By Quinn Loftis

Gilly Gilleshpee By Victoria Laurie

grovelling, mole-eyed blockhead By Charlotte Bronte

Dangerous. Reckless. Foolish. Mad. The words were beginning to feel more like badges of pride than blows. Downstairs, By V.e Schwab

There it is, fog, atmospheric moisture still uncertain in destination, not quite weather and not altogether mood, yet partaking of both. By Hal Borland

I want a brighter word than bright By John Keats

She felt ... less. She felt tamped down. Dim. More faint. Feint. Feigned. Fain. By Patrick Rothfuss

Tharn. It was a good word for a bad state of mind. By Stephen King

Blue eyes glittered. A shock of golden hair - gone. The dust in the air swirled, coalesced into a thorn-twisted Shaman tattoo. By Lilith Saintcrow

Inebriate of Air - am I And Debauchee of Dew Reeling - thro endless summer days From Inns of Molten Blue - By Emily Dickinson

Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel. By Keller Yeats

Bonapartist democrat.""Grey shades of a quiet mouse colour. By Victor Hugo

What starts in clouded minds finishes in the rain By Lupe Fiasco

The word is a flame burning in a dark glass. By Sheila Watson

A rainbow in shades of grey is just a fog By Robby Miller

You got amphetamine eyes. By Rod Stewart

Busy? The word loses all meaning under the canopy of this sky. By Barbara Brown Taylor

One eye filled with blueprintsone eye filled with night By Leonard Cohen

There are too many things around us, preventing us from thinking well! To think well, sometimes we need a heavy fog! By Mehmet Murat Ildan

AirThe airpregnant with rainbowsshatters its mirrorsover the grove. By Federico Garcia Lorca

Fearlessthe cobweb swings from the ceilingIndolent Housewifein Daisieslain! By Emily Dickinson

hornier than a bunny on ecstasy By Kyle Adams

What airs outblown from ferny dells And clover-bloom and sweet brier smells. By John Greenleaf Whittier

I'm real clear, you know? There's no fogginess. By Jack Osbourne

It's called Seflish, which is fitting By Kim Kardashian

The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind. By Edgar Allan Poe

Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute By Dean Koontz

Do I you dazzle you? By Stephenie Meyer

I've got an adjective that just fits you. By F Scott Fitzgerald

Don't repeat this word again By Unknown

Rampant eclecticism is my middle name. By Linda Ronstadt

Glowering like a dwarven god of vengeance. By Markus Heitz

Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous By Anthony Burgess

Ambition like a liquid ruby stains. By Samuel R. Delany

screwed blued and tattooed By Sherrilyn Kenyon