siennaogilvy
Oil is gross. Nothing much else can be said really
They clamped my car today. They clamped my jaw shut when the bouncer broke it. They clamped the handcuffs on when I disturbed the peace. They put the clamps on every last thing left to me. These are the type of clamps that cannot be shaken off at will - these are the types of clamps that will shackle me perennially to the vestige, where there is no space for thoughts to bloom or for hope to settle. The clamps grab you by the balls.
we have nothing to lose but our chains
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The landscape encapsulated all that had been ardently and mercilessly plaguing my thoughts for days. The cornflower blue was in collision with the bleeding orange which seeped from the sun and into the sea, like a wound which would not cauterize. I tried to pinch, punch, poke. I could not move- I found myself immobilised by the perpetual sadness, which had been perching dormant, sitting sentinel, on the gates of my conscious.