“They are walking up the Mall in Central Park. . . .
    She is walking in her wide hat in her pale loose dress that the wind now and then presses against her legs and arms, silkily, swishily walking in the middle of great rosy and purple and pistachiogreen bubbles of twilight that swell out of the grass and trees and ponds, bulge against the tall houses sharp and gray as dead teeth round the southern end of the park, melt into the indigo zenith.”

—John Dos Passos, Manhattan Transfer, 1925. My spellchecker is going crazy here! Dos Passos was an influence on Jack Kerouac and it shows. They both made up new words whenever they needed them. So did Shakespeare!