Ozone ( /ˈoʊzoʊn/; O3), or trioxygen, is a triatomic molecule, consisting of three oxygen atoms. It is an allotrope of oxygen that is much less stable than the diatomic allotrope (O2), breaking down with a half life of about half an hour in the lower atmosphere, to normal dioxygen. Ozone is formed from dioxygen by the action of ultraviolet light and also atmospheric electrical discharges, and is present in low concentrations throughout the Earth's atmosphere. In total, ozone makes up only 0.6 parts per million of the atmosphere.
Ozone was proposed as a new substance in air in 1840, and named, even before its chemical nature was known, after the Greek verb ozein (ὄζειν, "to smell"), from the peculiar odor after lightning storms. Ozone's odor is sharp, reminiscent of chlorine, and detectable by many people at concentrations of as little as 10 parts per billion in air. Ozone's O3 formula was determined in 1865. The molecule was later proven to have a bent structure and to be diamagnetic. In standard conditions, ozone is a pale blue gas that condenses at progressively cryogenic temperatures to a dark blue liquid and finally a violet-black solid. Ozone's instability with regard to more common dioxygen is such that both concentrated gas and liquid ozone may decompose explosively. It is therefore used commercially only in low concentrations.
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After running away from home, 17 year old Lea Bautista, thinks she can live the life of an Internet model like her Internet crush Gina- 'Pretty Toxin.' However, after arriving in Los Angeles, everything Lea has planned is taken away from her and her dreams become a diary that the FBI try to understand through the detective work of four young teenage bloggers.
Keywords: coming-of-age, fbi, gay, runaway, serial-killer, spycam, teenager, webcam
Some Dreams should Never Come True
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Satan herself as Ms. Beezlebub sends an apprentice demon to steal the soul of a talented young hockey player.
Keywords: based-on-opera, hockey
It's going to be a wicked good game.
Dave plays for goals. Griff plays for souls.
Ms. Beezlebub: I love the smell of carbon monoxide in the morning.
Griffelkin: [Trying to decide how to introduce himself to Dave] Does the name Lucifer mean anything to you?
Griffelkin: Hey window washer guy... I flip you!
the beat of the streets is...
the dance explosion of the 80s
Push it to Pop it! Rock it to Lock it! Break it to Make it!
For The Break Of Your Life!
For the break of your life! Push it to pop it! Rock it to lock it! Break it to make it!
Ozone: FOOL!
Judge: Next!::Ozone: OZONE! Street dancer.
Turbo: You owe me seven dollars man.::Franco: For what?::Turbo: For teaching you how to dance sucker.
Turbo: [Talking in the mirror, using a broomstick as a microphone] I want, to thank you for this award. It's the recognition for my peers, it's all those agonizing days, teaching Ozone everything I know.::Ozone: I don't want to stay, all night don't you? Why don't you, go out and sweep man?::Turbo: Award winners, don't push brooms.::Ozone: Yeah, go out and sweep, kucklehead. Who are you anyway, Fred Astaire?::Turbo: Who?::Turbo: [dances to breakdance music, with the broom]
25 Years On and Still the Breakdance Classic
If you can't beat the system...break it!
Believe in the beat that's on the street, it's hoppin' and poppin', they're breakin' and lockin'.
They're back...for everyone who believes in the beat.
Ozone: Girls are whack, man!
Rhonda: I want you to stay away from that girl!
Turbo: Man, I am hungry, gimme some food!
I wanna make her go, I wanna make her come
I wanna push her away
Don't wanna feel no pain
Don't wanna feel no shame
Don't wanna feel this way
I'm so alone here
Why must I be
I'm the one she calls ozone baby
She waits alone for me to come down
But I want to fly like silly angel
Aim for the sky, straight into the sun
I wanna make her feel, I wanna make it real
I wanna give her away
She wanna keep me here
She wanna hold me dear
She wanna make me stay
She's so alone here
She don't need me
My sun, on you, burning, singe you
Confined inside, rot from my lies, sucker
I'll only hold you down, I'll only steal your crown
I'll only make you cry
I'll only break your pride, and eat you up inside
Why should you even try
I'm so alone here
I'm the kind of guy who likes feelin' high
Feelin' high and dry and I really like to fly
I'm your kinda guy, girl, I'm not too shy
And I want you to fly, so, I think you oughta try
Ozone, ozone, ozone, ozone
I'm your kinda guy and I'm not too shy
Feelin' high and dry and I want you to be mine
So, I think it's time, girl, to start feeling fine
Feeling good all the time, so, I think you oughta try
Ozone, ozone, ozone, ozone
Now, I'm the kinda guy who likes getting high
Getting high and dry and I do it all the time
If you think it's a crime and you don't wanna try
Something that'll make you high, then I think I'll say goodbye
'Cos I'm the kind of guy who likes getting high
Getting high and dry and I do it all the time
Now, I'm much too high, I am high and dry
We were all alone
He was lying prone
and his eyes were closed,
My Dear
and he wore a suit
and he looked like you
My Dear
But I knew it wasn't you
He looked like you but didn't sigh like you
or smile like you
No twinkle in his eye
He didn't even lie
like you
would lie
And his hands were clasped
Nothing in their grasp
My Dear
You were nowhere to be seen
Left me in my time of need
My Dear
which you will always be
forgiven for,
but not forgot
And you will always be
invincible, irascible
I'm the kind of guy who likes feelin' high
Feelin' high and dry and I really like to fly
I'm your kinda guy, girl, I'm not too shy
And I want you to fly, so I think you oughta try
Ozone, ozone, ozone, ozone
I'm your kinda guy and I'm not too shy
Feelin' high and dry and I want you to be mine
So I think it's time, girl to start feeling fine
Feeling good all the time, so I think you oughta try
Ozone, ozone, ozone, ozone
Now, I'm the kinda guy who likes gettin' high
Gettin' high and dry and I do it all the time
If you think it's a crime and you don't wanna try
Something that'll make you high then I think, I'll say goodbye
'Cos I'm the kind of guy who likes gettin' high
Gettin' high and dry and I do it all the time
Now I'm much too high, I am high and dry
I've got blood on my hands,
And sand between my toes
If the crowd gets too unruly,
We'll spray 'em with the hose
I'm so bored with the whole thing
-keep hearing laughter when i turn-
Seen a million sunlit faces
But none that really burned
I can't keep myself from laughing
When I spot someone posessed
The fool that's always grinning,
Never quite gets the jest
But I know the one I'm laughing at
Plays it by the book
And screams for revolution
Behind his vacant look
We'll keep their eyes red & runny,
Kill them in their homes
Watch them pray forgiveness
And pay interrest on their loans
It was us in the beamers,
The penthouses & shrines.
If you want absolution
We can provide all kinds...
But that's just the way we are
Our heads in the ozone
I'm the kind of guy who likes feelin' high
Feelin' high and dry, and I really like to fly
I'm your kinda guy, girl, I'm not too shy
And I want you to fly, so I think you oughta try
Ozone, ozone
Ozone, ozone
I'm your kinda guy and I'm not too shy
Feelin' high and dry and I want you to be mine
So I think it's time, girl, to start feeling fine
Feeling good all the time, so I think you oughta try
Ozone, ozone
Ozone, ozone
Now I'm the kinda guy who likes getting high
Getting high and dry and I do it all the time
If you think it's a crime and you don't wanna try
Something that'll make you high, then I think I'll say goodbye
'Cause I'm the kind of guy who likes getting high
Getting high and dry and I do it all the time
Now I'm much too high, I am high and dry