It's all dark outside.

It's totally dark outside.

It's pitch black outside.

I have to paint it.

Paint our house. Use the orange paint.

John felt the presence of a ghost in the dark room.

John felt like there were ghosts in the dark room.

Caution! Wet Paint

Tom will paint the fence tomorrow.

The paint was coming off the wall.

They went five miles an hour and inside it was 105 degrees in the pitch dark.

Titanium lacquer on this.

He painted the door over white.

They're selling electricity back to the grid thanks to solar panels, reflective paint and more.

Now black holes are dark against a dark sky.

The bridge is being repainted.

We painted the house green.

I painted the fence green.

I painted the gate blue.

I got him to paint the fence.

I painted the gate blue.

And we're the ones that hold the paintbrush.

She was asked to convince him to paint the house.

I was experimenting with these I don't know if you can see it but there's a work surface there.

And then everything went black.

Why did you paint the bench red?

Ken painted his bicycle white.

He painted all the walls green.

But the nurse is literally running around a darkened operating theater trying to find anything she can use to anesthetize her patient, to keep her patient asleep.

Pitch black. Not a candle, not a flashlight.

And also these very life like, intrinsically painted silicone legs.

Is it true that Tom wants to paint his house green?

But even though the black hole is dark from the outside, it's not dark on the inside, because all of the light from the galaxy can fall in behind us.

I told Tom that I thought his house needed to be painted.

But in her office, there's this old wooden, weather worn table, kitchen table peeling green paint, it's kind of rickety.

I spray it on for about three or four days, it drips to hell, but it allows me a really, really nice gentle sanding surface and I can get it glass smooth.

Suddenly everything went black and I lost consciousness.

We heard about the atmosphere as a thin layer of varnish.

On entering a dark tunnel, we could see nothing.

Whoever curses his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in blackness of darkness.

Whoever curses his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in blackness of darkness.

Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.

Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.

In the authors' opinion, however, a painter who repaints a building indeed has the building at his disposal, and a road paving enterprise has at its disposal the location where the road is being paved.

Life itself is just a thin coat of paint on this planet.