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Painters love paint itself: so much that they spend years trying to get paint to behave the way they want it to ...
I may be a city boy, but I'm fairly certain that the greasy purple and red squishy bits are supposed to stay inside the sheep and not be sprayed across a surprisingly large area.
"Animal attack?" I asked.
A truck shot past in a whine of spray.
It depends on where you put the paint, not how much you splash on.
I listen to the rainfall,
my words wanna flow!
Droplets run down the wall,
where do they go?
Letters in the raw,
mesh together for the show!
You can't smear acrylics, you know, it dries too fast.
...Hand me the lava spray gun, will you?
I'm going to aerosolize me some dead guys.
His can of pepper spray was bigger than my can of pepper spray.
Stop shooting! You'll scratch the fucking paint!
Never throw mud. You may miss your mark, but you will have dirty hands.
A steady spray of mist silently soaks my fooyball jersey, an irritating rain we locals call spit. Not worth the trouble of opening an umbrella. Not worth spit. Kind of like me.
A sure sign of ineptitude and malice is manifested when one's attacker is willing to cover himself with mud in order to try and make some of it adhere to his target.
Hand me down the shark repellent Bat-Spray!
Water dripping from his slapping fruits
Paint, not the thing but the effect which it produces.
Go insane go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain ... !
SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO GET MUDDYMuddy-- Hal Archer
I paint the way I spread butter on pumpernickel.
Let it flow, while I pump it slow, then I speed it up, heat it up, make it more nasty.
When I begin, theoretically and practically I can smear anything I want on the canvas. Then there's a condition I have to react to, by changing it or destroying it.
It's not the thing you fling, it's the fling itself.
Holding my hands out open wide. Not catching the drops or trying to hold them. I'm letting them leave their mark and then letting them go.
A layer of fine powder coats his skin.
"My lungs are turning to concrete," Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting.
"So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?" Avery coughs and pats Rob's back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.
That was like swatting June bugs off a fly.
As the evening mist worked its way into the scene, creating a warm filter through which the lowering sun bathed its light, it was all I could to to keep painting, and not just put my brushes down and soak it all in. Which, of course, I did for a while anyway.
What you doin' with this gun?
Once people start throwing wet stuff, I go inside.
Not advisable is spread thickly over this entire situation.
You smell good, too," said Patch
It's called a shower." I was staring straight ahead. When he didn't answer, I turned sideways. "Soap. Shampoo. Hot water."
Naked. I know the drill.
First you have to spread on the rust performer, then you add a coat of protective enamel, and then you spray on the satin finish so you look good.
I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl like barn swallows, I swing. There is a fruitless commotion of dust and rubber at my feet. "Smothered it," I say promptly. After enough lessons the terminology becomes second nature.
I want to assassinate painting,
It is, in the imagination of combat's fans, the divinely listless loveplay that follows the orgasm of victory. It is called 'mopping up.
There is nothing pleasanter than spading when the ground is soft and damp.
The only way I'm going to win a Gold Glove is with a can of spray paint.
The "down and dirty
This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?
You have to be prepared to take a spill.
Find some fun way to get a little more oil on your hands or mud on your boots. Sometimes, that's what it takes to take down some of the really big problems.
That Mossberg," Boris said to me, accepting the bottle passed over the front seat. "Evil dirty thing. Sawed off
? sprays pellets here to Hamburg. Aim it way the fuck away from everyone and still you will hit half the people in the room.
behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in
The thicker you paint, the more it flows.
Painting, n.: The art of protecting flat surfaces from the weather, and exposing them to the critic.
I washed mud off of mud.
drenching his shirt with saltwater
I love splashing the blood around.
Paint with joy - with the same joy that you would make love to a woman.
An intrinsic part of the whole delicious, exuberant fun, and joy of painting consists in simply not having to bother about making a mess, either of one's person, or of the surroundings in which one is at work.
I can control the flow of paint: there is no accident.
I started with one squirt but didn't think that was enough, so I ended up accidentally spraying on six more. I went back to the beach to wait, smelling like a department-store tragedy.
dropping spiders
It was like washing down a bucket of peyote with a vatful of absinthe.
Fire on anything that moves on the river.
The perfume of natures does not usually come forth without bruising.
Every drop of rain hits its appointed target.
I want sprinkles.
Washing, this modern behind the ears nonsense.
For raging wind blows up incessant showers
I can't sprinkle sprinkles on. I lose control when I have sprinkles. I'm shaky. I still remember the great sprinkle accident of 1982.
Charging down the like death in a cowboy duster
The name's Pepper like the spray, so I guess you wouldn't want me in your face!
More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a
The goal will be to hit IT and contain it. Bernard
don't drop the soap
How can he be killed most easily? With the fewest stains?
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
We bring the fucking rain Q, not the scattered showers.
Our bounty, like a drop of water, disappears, when diffus'd too widely
And it rained a screaming. And it rained a rawness. And it rained a plasma. And it rained a disorder.
This is how the rain becomes a flood. One drop at a time.
Whoever invented spray cheese had to have been a Harvard guy.
Bomb me, make me vaporise
A customer facing crucial decisions:
What should I wipe myself with? What should I brush with? His personal hygiene was deteriorating rapidly as he stared at the rows of possibilities, sweating profusely. Would he ever bathe again?
Hey!" Sam snapped, ducking the sticky shrapnel. "Keep your snot to yourself."
Dev scoffed at that. "Oh, so now you don't want to touch me, huh?" He tsked. "What is it with women? the instant you put a little slime on them, they get squeamish and have no more use for you.
Like roses and mustard gas.
Remove the mixture from the
Treating 'water' as a name of a single scattered object is not intended to enable us to dispense with general terms and plurality of reference. Scatter is in fact an inconsequential detail.
How come when you wipe up dust it's called dusting but when you wipe up a spill it's not called spilling? There's something to think about.
smacking his fist into
I was just contemplating how some gasoline and a match would improve this painting.
HUMOR... I sprinkle that s#!t on EVERYTHING!
It's such an extraordinary supple medium that you never do quite know what paint will do.
Even your graffiti artists spray Rumi on the walls
One the stuff hits the fan ... swirl a pair of (Chinese) stress balls.
Painting today is pure intuition and luck and taking advantage of what happens when you splash the stuff down.
When I paint, the Sea Roars Others Splash about in the bath
Be as fluid as water, do not give your enemies anything solid to atack
What if they wanted to dump the perfume in
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk
I apply paint directly from the tube and with my fingers.
He sprayed on a bit of this man's body-spray thing his mom had gotten for free at Walmart, feeling like a douche, but thinking it was better to feel like a douche than to smell like an asshole.
One never paints violently enough.
depositions - and
Buying gunk for her hair.
Raindrop gangbang. Little water-based whore.
It is time to buddle (scrub in water) all that is not illutile (unwash-awayable). Baudelaire said that humans were deluded if they thought they could wash away all their spots with vile tears, but Baudelaire was French and therefore knew nothing about hygiene or shower gel.
I'm trying to do something real different; I'm trying to bring the street to real pop. I'm trying to bring the street to pop. Not watering it down, no nothing.
To always hit the target, throw a dart, then call whatever you hit the target.
The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world - oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.