The drain is plugged and I can’t really seem to figure out why… ugh it’s so irritating… I bet my cat is to blame usually is. Probably a hairball or something. That or my neighbor’s little boy upstairs. Though I’m not really sure if the drains are connected like that. If they are though and I wouldn’t doubt that the two year old upstairs shoved something in the toilet. Oh my gosh thinking of that I’d make sure there’s a lock on the bathroom so my child couldn’t get in there and shove things down the toilet. My little brother did that so many times. My mom’s wedding ring has gone down at one time, it’s crazy.
I feel this way every day after I do something, even if it is something simple like brushing your teeth, or getting up to do something, these things take so much effort out of me…
I feel drained when i go out with people. I feel exhausted just thinking about going out with people. I’m supposed to go out tomorrow and I just can’t stand the thought of it. I want to swirl down the drain with the shower water because it exhausts me just thinking about hanging out with people. What am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell them to piss off can I? Really, you tell me what I’m supposed to do
She wiped away her tears as she poured the rest of the whiskey down the drain. Today was the day that she overcame the alcohol; she wanted to take a hold of the rest of her life. She wanted to be a part of her kid’s lives again, and she wanted to be the daughter her mother always wanted.
drain
drain
drain
drain
drain
drain
rain
rain drains
Shephards herd, and they fill their valleys with sheep. They come and go… baa baa, and fall into the hills, just a little bit of drained nature out in the green.
drained of energy and spent and finished but then sleep is like a charger fills you up again until you’re ready for the next day and you move and move and move and go and go until you’re drained again but each day you fill higher and higher until you’re fulfilled, self fulfillment and then nobody and nothing can drain you ever again.
the drain’s gurgling again. no matter how many times we fix it. it all happened after we pushed that rubber duck beak down, we tried to catch it but just like everything else it slipped from our fingers and fell, sprialing slowly and slowly, mocking us, eluding us. we can’t get the percolation to stop. we’ve tried everything, stuffing the drain, drano…. nothing works. now we just sit in the living room, trying to eat our cheetos as loudly as we can to outmatch the sound of the drain.
it never seems to work.
a pipe drain was leaking a week ago and i called the business office to come fix it and they did, however there was still a leak the next morning so i decided to fix the drain myself. i unscrewed all the pipes and put them back and there was no more leaks!
it was a simple phenomenon the way this little interaction worked. take life to gain life. Drain someone’s soul to take the place of the one you gave up. Destroy a person, create a century.
Drain it all out, let it seep through your pores and out through the windows and trickle down the walls, where no one can see it but you but that doesn’t matter as much, does it? It’s all in our heads anyway. We all drain out to that big collective pool of mass and waste and disgusting habits.
Drain the blood, down through a filter. Where to reminants of today’s meals and you spit and soap scum go to rot and eventually leave for the great unknown body of water. Who knows where it all ends up anyway? It’s where we all go out, eventually.
i was sinking down a drain one time, and then a mouse came and saved me and the spider was eating the fly and crazy shit was happening! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! ok, have more time than i was prepared ot bullhshit about… blahdy blahdy blah… crackpipe homoerectus…. pop
I run down the storm drain. Fear floods me. Images flash across my mind. The house, burning. Tears and sweat are running down my face in equal measure. But I can’t stop. I just keep going.
circled around the bathtub the water’s going down it. like a leech or a quintessential bone in your body or a part of your mind I forget which. It all depends what way it’s flowing. I have no clue what I’m talking about.
My drain is full of cake batter and icing and trader joe’s rice with raisins and peas and pineapple and all of this other stuff that makes my mouth feel weird. As gross as it is, a drain might say a lot about your day.
what is in the drain can i drain the water in one go ummm the rain is falling in the drain. drain is so many things yet all the same. my time is draining away.
It’ll take more then just you to drain me of my spirit. I am more than just some weakling for you to protect. I am someone strong, independent, looking for one to complete me, not put me back together
Slowly, as the life drained out of her, Annie wept for all the love she had had. The kitchen drain had been clogged, and she had fallen into it due to her minuscule size, and then… the something had been turned on and stuff lol.
And there it went down the drain. My past with him was gone. I’d washed myself clean of him for the last time. This would be the beginning of a new era! I would be happy.
My sink is overflowing! There must be something stuck in the drain. I can’t get it out, I think it must be hair. You know what happens when you wash your hair in the sink! Ugh. Don’t you ever learn? No, never.
It’s this never ending battle that we’re fighting. This constant drain on our relationship. Every interaction we have is tinged with anger and repulsion. I wonder if it’ll ever change. I hope it does, I want it to go back to you always putting a smile on my face, instead of always making me frown, it’s just too draining.
water goes down the drain, there is a drain at the bottom of the tub and hair gets caught in it. Some small children are afraid of the drain at the bottom of the pool and they think that there is some sort of sea monster of giant fish in there
let everything go do the drain. lose everything. left with nothing. I am drained out of energy feeling tired and fatigued out of energy what happens after a good workout. I drained my bank account and there is nothing i can do about it until next pay check.
I drain as I remain deranged on top of the shame the pain it tames me. To see the fallible identity inside me I fight to flee subtlety. Yet, to allow thine self a hellish shelf to store a strangle for my health, and not to potentially maintain a brain, all because my worries fester amongst a clogged drain?
the life was draining out of me. I don’t know how I can think, eat, sleep, do anything at all. I like him, but I knew that I couldn’t continue on without knowing his feelings
it is used to get water throught the sewer system. sometimes people say other people go down the drain. some people should go down the drain because they’re either really annoying or really bad. i think it is a good invention to have a drain because they help control the amount of water that can be in a sink.
the drain endlessly drips as my conscious drains it’s last thoughts out of my head, oozing like mucous out of my ears. This whole process has drained me to my last resorts threatening to empty my head for good and never to have another word drip through my mind again
all drains are is a place for unwanted rain to fall into
but why
why can’t they be more?
drains are the friends who you turn to when you’re life is so horrible.
but all they are is your shoulder to cry on
never to be thought of again until you have another problem
and there they are
ready to catch what they need to catch for you
My mother is draining the life out of me. she enhances my stress levels on a daily asis by ignoring melittling me, and sending messages that the cause of stress in my family life are always at my fault. I feel like she’s taking my soul and pouring it down the drain, an di’m only 16 years old so the undermining of my conscious being is just beginning. who knows how far this will go, i fear that in an attempt to save myself mentally, my blood l begin to go down the drain as well. should i save myself mentally by damaging myself physically? which is more important in regard to the individual?
the act of taking away something. draining of the soul, emotion. you can drain anything, physical or emotional. the end. image of a sink drain pops into my head.
drain is what happens when you can’t go on. you don’t know what else to do with your life. girls don’t seem to want to be with you. does she like me? i give up. emotionally, physically, psychologically…drained.
I saw her standing there, all alone in the middle of the road. The rain gushed out of the drains into the street, and she stood there watching absent mindedly. I wanted to reach out to her, but the downpour and my arrogance prevented me.
The drian was clogged yet again, this time with old grease and cat hair. The water would drain to the first bend in the pipes, and their would leak down onto the bottom of the wooden cabinet, out the cabinet door, and onto the vinyl flooring. The dirt caked on the floor from months of heavy traffic, like a worn dirt path down between two rolls of oak pews, quickly turns to mud.
I think of faucet water running through tarnished copper pipes, sweeping bits of compost down along with it.
The drain is plugged and I can’t really seem to figure out why… ugh it’s so irritating… I bet my cat is to blame usually is. Probably a hairball or something. That or my neighbor’s little boy upstairs. Though I’m not really sure if the drains are connected like that. If they are though and I wouldn’t doubt that the two year old upstairs shoved something in the toilet. Oh my gosh thinking of that I’d make sure there’s a lock on the bathroom so my child couldn’t get in there and shove things down the toilet. My little brother did that so many times. My mom’s wedding ring has gone down at one time, it’s crazy.
I feel this way every day after I do something, even if it is something simple like brushing your teeth, or getting up to do something, these things take so much effort out of me…
I feel drained when i go out with people. I feel exhausted just thinking about going out with people. I’m supposed to go out tomorrow and I just can’t stand the thought of it. I want to swirl down the drain with the shower water because it exhausts me just thinking about hanging out with people. What am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell them to piss off can I? Really, you tell me what I’m supposed to do
She wiped away her tears as she poured the rest of the whiskey down the drain. Today was the day that she overcame the alcohol; she wanted to take a hold of the rest of her life. She wanted to be a part of her kid’s lives again, and she wanted to be the daughter her mother always wanted.
drain
drain
drain
drain
drain
drain
rain
rain drains
Shephards herd, and they fill their valleys with sheep. They come and go… baa baa, and fall into the hills, just a little bit of drained nature out in the green.
drained of energy and spent and finished but then sleep is like a charger fills you up again until you’re ready for the next day and you move and move and move and go and go until you’re drained again but each day you fill higher and higher until you’re fulfilled, self fulfillment and then nobody and nothing can drain you ever again.
the drain’s gurgling again. no matter how many times we fix it. it all happened after we pushed that rubber duck beak down, we tried to catch it but just like everything else it slipped from our fingers and fell, sprialing slowly and slowly, mocking us, eluding us. we can’t get the percolation to stop. we’ve tried everything, stuffing the drain, drano…. nothing works. now we just sit in the living room, trying to eat our cheetos as loudly as we can to outmatch the sound of the drain.
it never seems to work.
a pipe drain was leaking a week ago and i called the business office to come fix it and they did, however there was still a leak the next morning so i decided to fix the drain myself. i unscrewed all the pipes and put them back and there was no more leaks!
it was a simple phenomenon the way this little interaction worked. take life to gain life. Drain someone’s soul to take the place of the one you gave up. Destroy a person, create a century.
It isn’t easy being evil.
Drain it all out, let it seep through your pores and out through the windows and trickle down the walls, where no one can see it but you but that doesn’t matter as much, does it? It’s all in our heads anyway. We all drain out to that big collective pool of mass and waste and disgusting habits.
Drain the blood, down through a filter. Where to reminants of today’s meals and you spit and soap scum go to rot and eventually leave for the great unknown body of water. Who knows where it all ends up anyway? It’s where we all go out, eventually.
i was sinking down a drain one time, and then a mouse came and saved me and the spider was eating the fly and crazy shit was happening! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! ok, have more time than i was prepared ot bullhshit about… blahdy blahdy blah… crackpipe homoerectus…. pop
Spinning down down down. Swallowing your filth. To a place where you don’t have to think about it.
I run down the storm drain. Fear floods me. Images flash across my mind. The house, burning. Tears and sweat are running down my face in equal measure. But I can’t stop. I just keep going.
circled around the bathtub the water’s going down it. like a leech or a quintessential bone in your body or a part of your mind I forget which. It all depends what way it’s flowing. I have no clue what I’m talking about.
pipe shower hose nozzle water pee toilet drizzle drip flow liquid measure urine yellow snow shoe white sparkle cold wet icy frostbite
My drain is full of cake batter and icing and trader joe’s rice with raisins and peas and pineapple and all of this other stuff that makes my mouth feel weird. As gross as it is, a drain might say a lot about your day.
what is in the drain can i drain the water in one go ummm the rain is falling in the drain. drain is so many things yet all the same. my time is draining away.
It’ll take more then just you to drain me of my spirit. I am more than just some weakling for you to protect. I am someone strong, independent, looking for one to complete me, not put me back together
Slowly, as the life drained out of her, Annie wept for all the love she had had. The kitchen drain had been clogged, and she had fallen into it due to her minuscule size, and then… the something had been turned on and stuff lol.
It’ll take more then just you to drain me of my spirit. I am more than just some weakling.
And there it went down the drain. My past with him was gone. I’d washed myself clean of him for the last time. This would be the beginning of a new era! I would be happy.
My sink is overflowing! There must be something stuck in the drain. I can’t get it out, I think it must be hair. You know what happens when you wash your hair in the sink! Ugh. Don’t you ever learn? No, never.
It’s this never ending battle that we’re fighting. This constant drain on our relationship. Every interaction we have is tinged with anger and repulsion. I wonder if it’ll ever change. I hope it does, I want it to go back to you always putting a smile on my face, instead of always making me frown, it’s just too draining.
water goes down the drain, there is a drain at the bottom of the tub and hair gets caught in it. Some small children are afraid of the drain at the bottom of the pool and they think that there is some sort of sea monster of giant fish in there
let everything go do the drain. lose everything. left with nothing. I am drained out of energy feeling tired and fatigued out of energy what happens after a good workout. I drained my bank account and there is nothing i can do about it until next pay check.
I drain as I remain deranged on top of the shame the pain it tames me. To see the fallible identity inside me I fight to flee subtlety. Yet, to allow thine self a hellish shelf to store a strangle for my health, and not to potentially maintain a brain, all because my worries fester amongst a clogged drain?
the life was draining out of me. I don’t know how I can think, eat, sleep, do anything at all. I like him, but I knew that I couldn’t continue on without knowing his feelings
dripping slowly
clogged and constrained
she peers into darkness – down
down
down
an echo drifts up
of hair left behind.
it is used to get water throught the sewer system. sometimes people say other people go down the drain. some people should go down the drain because they’re either really annoying or really bad. i think it is a good invention to have a drain because they help control the amount of water that can be in a sink.
the drain endlessly drips as my conscious drains it’s last thoughts out of my head, oozing like mucous out of my ears. This whole process has drained me to my last resorts threatening to empty my head for good and never to have another word drip through my mind again
rain rain go away
drip all into the drain
all drains are is a place for unwanted rain to fall into
but why
why can’t they be more?
drains are the friends who you turn to when you’re life is so horrible.
but all they are is your shoulder to cry on
never to be thought of again until you have another problem
and there they are
ready to catch what they need to catch for you
My mother is draining the life out of me. she enhances my stress levels on a daily asis by ignoring melittling me, and sending messages that the cause of stress in my family life are always at my fault. I feel like she’s taking my soul and pouring it down the drain, an di’m only 16 years old so the undermining of my conscious being is just beginning. who knows how far this will go, i fear that in an attempt to save myself mentally, my blood l begin to go down the drain as well. should i save myself mentally by damaging myself physically? which is more important in regard to the individual?
the act of taking away something. draining of the soul, emotion. you can drain anything, physical or emotional. the end. image of a sink drain pops into my head.
As she spoke to me, i felt drained. Her beauty was breathtaking, leaving me speechless. I had no idea what to say to her.
drain is what happens when you can’t go on. you don’t know what else to do with your life. girls don’t seem to want to be with you. does she like me? i give up. emotionally, physically, psychologically…drained.
What I feel right now.
Where water goes to rejoin its source
I saw her standing there, all alone in the middle of the road. The rain gushed out of the drains into the street, and she stood there watching absent mindedly. I wanted to reach out to her, but the downpour and my arrogance prevented me.
The drian was clogged yet again, this time with old grease and cat hair. The water would drain to the first bend in the pipes, and their would leak down onto the bottom of the wooden cabinet, out the cabinet door, and onto the vinyl flooring. The dirt caked on the floor from months of heavy traffic, like a worn dirt path down between two rolls of oak pews, quickly turns to mud.