|#1|  Apple Green   Claw-marked, sneaker-kicked, and panic-ridden. Getting out or getting in, either way, get away.

|#1| Apple Green

Claw-marked, sneaker-kicked, and panic-ridden. Getting out or getting in, either way, get away.

|#2|  Cerulean   Four descending rust splotches, rickety roll-up, and wet aggregate. Ground-level floor, street access, bookstore.

|#2| Cerulean

Four descending rust splotches, rickety roll-up, and wet aggregate. Ground-level floor, street access, bookstore.

|#3|  Malachite   Glass cut-out and permanently disabled floral patterned sunshade. Rough raw wood exterior with nasty sodium-vapor light reflecting on dusty pavement.

|#3| Malachite

Glass cut-out and permanently disabled floral patterned sunshade. Rough raw wood exterior with nasty sodium-vapor light reflecting on dusty pavement.

|#4|  Persian Green   Ste. 420 with steel-toe boot scrapes. Grimy stucco and elevated threshold. - Happy Easter; praise it!
|#5|  Royal Yellow   Blistered plywood, graffiti repainted. Jam-side encroaching vine, repatched and repainted wall after a fresh rain.
|#6|  Myrtle Green   Two-tone wall with sodium light and greasy maroon stairs. Rogue pigeon perched on the precipice, praying for provisions...possibly.
|#7|  Ash Grey   A worn out reflective sunshade provides a funhouse-mirror glimpse of surrounding suburbia.
|#8|  Moss Green   A sickly gate encloses the dusty frame. The warped and buckled siding puckers away from the surface. Mismatched paint in the grout lines suggests a quick and dirty cover-up.
|#9|  Glaucous   Slap-dash frame with plywood front quickly thrown up, the worn and weathered whitewashed wood wildly bends, pinches, and distorts akin to tiger strips and lava lamps.
|#10|  Cream   The sea breeze bathes Dock 107 in marine grunge. The soft, aged wood breathes in the animate air, forming a briny crust for the moss to affix itself to.
|#11|  Eerie Black   Iridescent like crows wings, the recessed entrance escapes first glance. The outside color is dimly reflected by the dull sheen, the blackest mirror you ever did see.
|#12|  Ecru   Small craters, moon-like surface. Rusty wheel marks.
|#13|  Jade   French-fry moldings, anti-skip tread, imprisoned warning light. Various dents and bolts, a long, sneaking, grease stain runs down from the lock.
|#14|  Pistachio   In between the redwood bark and aggregate trashcan, a mysterious mechanistic portal to the unknown. Dare to ring the door bell? Only the authorized may enter.
|#15|  Khaki   Greasy, dusty vent vans are interrupted by this defaced specimen. Laminate peels back to show the fireproofing. Crusty painter's tape bear witness to a memorandum once held.
|#16|  Fern   Sloppily painted exterior cinder blocks peel in the late sun as the warm light scrapes the awning, casting a grid-like pattern. The reddish sand from the baseball field stains the concrete. Desiccated caulking thickly encases the opening.
|#17|  Timberwolf   Corrugated aluminum siding emblazoned with refracted light resembling a poorly focused magnifying glass. The hot asphalt bears few witnesses to the many who have stood before it, defacing the now squarely rusted front.
|#18|  Teal Blue   A badly beaten folding table seeks shelter behind the two-toned opening. Stucco in a wonderful shade of “coffee stained teeth” continues directly to the spiderweb-ridden crease of multicolored filth.
|#19|  Robin Egg Blue   Rust patchwork eclipses entire front surface. Digital pattern at the top, splotchy at the bottom. Crystals in the dense aggregate wink back.
|#20|  Sunset   Recessed and concave. A squawk-box and siren light protrudes from the top corner like an IV needle out of a limb; a discouraging adornment. High scuff marks and gum stains.
|#21|  Vermilion   Cracked and sloped approach. Corrugated galvanized iron reflects light as well as sound, rich blues and aquas get lost in the peaks and valleys. Judging by the missed package slip, it seems Brown can't do anything for Orange.
|#22|  Artichoke   Modern day cave paintings; doodles without destination. Deco gate protects against any further attacks. Fire alarms, hydrant hookups, and water meters; unscathed.
|#23|  Mountbatten Pink   Beaten and bruised gate, severely rusted. Coarse, crumbling asphalt breaks down from the hot sun. A truly nasty Neapolitan.
|#24|  B'dazzled Blue   Cinder-block build, outdated drainage system. Pitted and rusted lower quadrant. Over-sized spray-painted Cheerio.
|#25|  Wine   Purplely plinths, burgundy bricks, miserable masonry. Lightly scuffed surface with a circular portal and an azure fall floor.
|#26|  Laurel Green   Mottled afternoon glow on grungy bricks. Corroded circuitry and added asphalt lip. Double hasps let to rot, haphazardly.
|#27|  Sherpa Blue   Painted patchwork with steep, scathing shadows. Heavy steel thick with corrosion, molded by constant sea winds. Proper ventilation for causes unknown.
|#28|  Chartreuse Yellow   Terracotta tiles funnel runoff into sagging gutters. Exposed wires feed the dim florescence, ghastly grungy greens.
|#29|  Celestial Blue   Weather-worn wood planks and poorly painted masonry surround the mailbox for two-two-seven; tagged and dented. Sloping and raised approach redirects runoff onto two-tone concrete.
|#30|  Mint Leaf   Sunburnt stucco surrounds site 213. Marked-up meter, white roll-up, weathered weeds.
|#31|  Copper   Smears, scuffs, and stains from pushing, gripping, and kicking. Scarred concrete sports a red-zone - absolutely no dumping.
|#32|  Steel Blue   Painted cinder blocks, a salmon-tangerine smoothie. Splatters and rust bubbles leak and stain. Gas-meter pipping in, gutters pipping out.
|#33|  June Bud   So 232, we meet again; it has been five years since we last looked upon one another. You appear the same, your rust scabs and squeaky mail-slot haven't changed a bit. Me? I managed to track you down, but I see things differently now. Who knows what will happen next time.
|#34| Deep Champagne  Decrepit alcove, weeping concrete. Bare light-bulbs dangle like electric truck nuts. Ripped out hand rails leave bolt hole scars.
|#35| Teal  A perfect shade of Windows 95. Vertical mail slot, water-stained concentrate, and scalloped potato stucco. Looks like someone has already cut out their favorite piece.
|#36| Honeydew  Pull-handle and tall lock, complete with call-box. Creamy stucco is interrupted by unevenly rolled paint. Is the Painter unacquainted with high nap?
|#37| RAF Blue  Proper ventilation for back-alley blues. Smeared surface, splattered and sleazy side-walls. Please, no overnight parking.
|#38| Platinum  Sunburned and peeling asphalt leads to a nasty curb. Corrugated metal and fiberglass and the tiniest orange leaf you ever did see.
|#39| Bondi Blue  Streaking dirt and water form a bark-like texture. Rust bleeds and seeps from metal pipes and parking post. Butterfly hinges abound.
|#40| Celedon Green  As above, so below; what lays behind the grungy, green door, some will never know. As within, so without; always, full of doubt.
|#41| Slate Grey  Flaky and crumbly paint, a scrumptious blueberry tart for two. Completed by post-dessert cigarettes.
|#42| Payne's Grey  Kicks, bumps, dings, scuffs, a succulent sorbet surrounds this Rorschach blot.
|#43| Rose Quartz  Laminate contaminate and yin-yang swirls. Portable plywood facade and a vacuous black hole, secret eave access.
|#44| Camel  Decomposing tumbleweeds in a dusty alcove. Setting sun casts shadows and heat signatures. Bleached, burnt, baked.
#45| Bistre  Crusty doormat, orb sconce, and elevated window. Three locks comes standard for this bold shade of brew—lots of cream please.
|#46| Air Superiority Blue  Zigzag staircase throws piano-key shadows, an abandoned motel rusts under blasting sun rays. Encroaching weeds and fault lines, 119 slowly returns to the wild(blue yonder).
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