the oils reside in wells
where water reaches well
disseminate where oil can lubricate fascinations of life
and gainsay the parts in your mind’s engine that rejects
the very oils that you need to ignite greatness
grab hold, and let the smooth slithering slides of castor oil
find deep engravements life has stole from your skin
and let it do its toil
boom, went the engine navigating my life’s space shuttle
slippery like oil
went the propeller, out of my grasp
I veered closer to land-sights,
open meadows with little blockades of trees
my the chicanery, as I grappled tighter
and the steering wheel kept slipping
and the engine neglected my response
and there I was screaming may-day,
felt like I was on doomsday
but realistically I should have prepped the oil in the engine before I considered my destination.
Oil seeped into the earth by the factories. Sometimes, it left pools of shimmering black on the ground like fresh rainwater.
“You should shut down the factories,” they had said upon inspection. “The pollution is getting out of hand.”
And yet, they had the audacity to say something like that where the streets were already littered with trash, the oceans uninhabitable, the air littered with burning chemicals? She had laughed, then, laughed at their naivety, at their halfhearted efforts to create a better world. “Do you really think that taking away the factories will fix anything?”
That had shut them up.
No one could repair the damages to the city. She was used to the sight of it by now, anyways.
Self-care would be good today, you think, as you run your hands through your hair with a smile on your face that you haven’t seen around in a while. Maybe one day self-care will be good every day.
Oil makes horrible rainbows on the floor. Evil beautiful splashes of colour. And it smells. Also, it’s not the slowest of the fossil fuels to get going, coal is. Sorry about that. Yeah.
Oil is the slowest of the fossil fuels to get going, but it is efficient and reliable, especially compared to renewable energy, although it does release CO2 and SO2 (subscript) into the atmosphere.
Luca has to wonder why Horne seems to make him so clumsy. Tripping was one thing, but when he knocks over an entire bottle of olive oil onto the other man he feels it must be something more than just coincidence.
Oil will not mix with with her water.
She steals it instead.
The water of the land is scarce, it burns under her influence.
Barrels roll in, the remainder evaporates.
It was the worst oil spill in the history of oil spills. A massive 100-ton oil tanker crashed because a rock somehow rose up from underneath and hit the boat. Thousands of marine animals died, and coral and seaweed got infected. It would take billions of dollars to clean up the mess.
They dug a hole in the ground, looking for oil, but all they found was dirt. Perhaps the dirt had value, they thought, but nope – not a fleck of gold, not a speck of silver, not the tiniest glint of something precious. No gems, no jewels, no stones, no nothing. Just dirt. But they collected it, anyway – they filled up jars and buckets and bottles with the stuff, and they carted all these dry clumps of soil back to town, with the citizenry staring at the display in bewilderment.
The oil sat in tiny pools in the pan, sizzling as the onions made contact with the hot surface. She shook the skillet slightly and let them sit, leaning back against the counter and breathing in deeply. It wasn’t really dinner at this point. She had no plan beyond the onions. That was a problem.
A slick, shining rainbow shot down from the clouds reflects on its deceiving surface. It shines black underneath, true nature showing through, sitting atop the sea a foreboding cloud. It’s tendrils snake to the world underneath, strangling, poisoning, destroying. The people try to clear it, but there’s nothing they can do. The mistake has been made. It is irreversible. It is worse than anyway could imagine.
An oil spill.
Oil is black. Oil should not be mixed with water. Those never mix. Oil helps your car move. You need to change the oil in your car when it is time. There is also oils in art. Oil sticks and oil paints. They can be hard to work with but it will get easier.
our first walk.
Fresh rainy night under the Christmas lights.
i was happy but trying not to show to much. I was simply enjoying her presence.
I had her surprised by my chill and made no effort to go out of my way to please her.
By the time we came to the end of the road and waved goodbye i saw her scared eyes
wondering if that was going to be the last time we saw each other.
smooth and slippery
Öl auf der Haut. Es ist gut, wenn es schnell einzieht. Erdöl auf der Haut stinkt. Ich habe Vaseline gekauft. Habe irgendwie gedacht, das wäre ein Naturprodukt. Jemand hatte es empfohlen, um Holzmöbel zu pflegen. Und auf dem Etikett stand “Deutsche Arzneibuchqualität”. Aber der Inhalt stinkt nach Maschinenschmierung und ich werde die Dose wohl morgen dem Müll anvertrauen und lieber Oliven- oder Kokosöl nehmen.
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The world is not going to last much longer
Not with the people who are leading it
They’ve tied a rope around its circumference
And they won’t let it go
Instead they just litter it with garbage and bad rhetoric
And douse everything in oil
the oils reside in wells
where water reaches well
disseminate where oil can lubricate fascinations of life
and gainsay the parts in your mind’s engine that rejects
the very oils that you need to ignite greatness
grab hold, and let the smooth slithering slides of castor oil
find deep engravements life has stole from your skin
and let it do its toil
boom, went the engine navigating my life’s space shuttle
slippery like oil
went the propeller, out of my grasp
I veered closer to land-sights,
open meadows with little blockades of trees
my the chicanery, as I grappled tighter
and the steering wheel kept slipping
and the engine neglected my response
and there I was screaming may-day,
felt like I was on doomsday
but realistically I should have prepped the oil in the engine before I considered my destination.
Oil is essential for mankind like water.Oil is one of the basic word for a complex group of different materials.Some of
Oil seeped into the earth by the factories. Sometimes, it left pools of shimmering black on the ground like fresh rainwater.
“You should shut down the factories,” they had said upon inspection. “The pollution is getting out of hand.”
And yet, they had the audacity to say something like that where the streets were already littered with trash, the oceans uninhabitable, the air littered with burning chemicals? She had laughed, then, laughed at their naivety, at their halfhearted efforts to create a better world. “Do you really think that taking away the factories will fix anything?”
That had shut them up.
No one could repair the damages to the city. She was used to the sight of it by now, anyways.
Self-care would be good today, you think, as you run your hands through your hair with a smile on your face that you haven’t seen around in a while. Maybe one day self-care will be good every day.
Oil makes horrible rainbows on the floor. Evil beautiful splashes of colour. And it smells. Also, it’s not the slowest of the fossil fuels to get going, coal is. Sorry about that. Yeah.
Oil is the slowest of the fossil fuels to get going, but it is efficient and reliable, especially compared to renewable energy, although it does release CO2 and SO2 (subscript) into the atmosphere.
Kitchen good fat yellow olive flower cook pasta
Ugh.t
oil is something liquid from the nature….
I played her the sax
some Ne-yo and Vandross too
now my smile is back
Ooooh what a feeling
midnight oil, beds are burning
sexXxual healing ;-)
SNU SNUUUU !
Luca has to wonder why Horne seems to make him so clumsy. Tripping was one thing, but when he knocks over an entire bottle of olive oil onto the other man he feels it must be something more than just coincidence.
Oil will not mix with with her water.
She steals it instead.
The water of the land is scarce, it burns under her influence.
Barrels roll in, the remainder evaporates.
It’s not always black
and bad for animal life
OIL is many things
Clear and mineral
is used on pets to save them
by your D.V.M.
And please don’t forget
exotic and sweet drink mix
of Coconut oil
-(aka Copra Oil, yummy!)
[Remember oil like all things is not bad
or good
it depends as usual on how used,
and if the people using things are good or not.]
spilling over, never mixing. slick and soft as you lay in bed. touch yourself between the sheets. rubbing over your skin
It was the worst oil spill in the history of oil spills. A massive 100-ton oil tanker crashed because a rock somehow rose up from underneath and hit the boat. Thousands of marine animals died, and coral and seaweed got infected. It would take billions of dollars to clean up the mess.
They dug a hole in the ground, looking for oil, but all they found was dirt. Perhaps the dirt had value, they thought, but nope – not a fleck of gold, not a speck of silver, not the tiniest glint of something precious. No gems, no jewels, no stones, no nothing. Just dirt. But they collected it, anyway – they filled up jars and buckets and bottles with the stuff, and they carted all these dry clumps of soil back to town, with the citizenry staring at the display in bewilderment.
The oil sat in tiny pools in the pan, sizzling as the onions made contact with the hot surface. She shook the skillet slightly and let them sit, leaning back against the counter and breathing in deeply. It wasn’t really dinner at this point. She had no plan beyond the onions. That was a problem.
washed upon me, slick
I fall into you,
true blue turned black
dense, deep…
A slick, shining rainbow shot down from the clouds reflects on its deceiving surface. It shines black underneath, true nature showing through, sitting atop the sea a foreboding cloud. It’s tendrils snake to the world underneath, strangling, poisoning, destroying. The people try to clear it, but there’s nothing they can do. The mistake has been made. It is irreversible. It is worse than anyway could imagine.
An oil spill.
Oil is black. Oil should not be mixed with water. Those never mix. Oil helps your car move. You need to change the oil in your car when it is time. There is also oils in art. Oil sticks and oil paints. They can be hard to work with but it will get easier.
our first walk.
Fresh rainy night under the Christmas lights.
i was happy but trying not to show to much. I was simply enjoying her presence.
I had her surprised by my chill and made no effort to go out of my way to please her.
By the time we came to the end of the road and waved goodbye i saw her scared eyes
wondering if that was going to be the last time we saw each other.
smooth and slippery
Öl auf der Haut. Es ist gut, wenn es schnell einzieht. Erdöl auf der Haut stinkt. Ich habe Vaseline gekauft. Habe irgendwie gedacht, das wäre ein Naturprodukt. Jemand hatte es empfohlen, um Holzmöbel zu pflegen. Und auf dem Etikett stand “Deutsche Arzneibuchqualität”. Aber der Inhalt stinkt nach Maschinenschmierung und ich werde die Dose wohl morgen dem Müll anvertrauen und lieber Oliven- oder Kokosöl nehmen.
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hey I love you you love me we be together today with out me
I roll up I roll up baby you know that I roll up I nm trying to stay out of your business and your man and acting right
The world is not going to last much longer
Not with the people who are leading it
They’ve tied a rope around its circumference
And they won’t let it go
Instead they just litter it with garbage and bad rhetoric
And douse everything in oil
Oil can be great for food and sometimes hair, well a different type of oil, but it is very bad for the ocean.