The room was heavy with the smell of rancid burning oil. It coated your tongue if you breathed through your mouth. But I guess you can get use to just about anything if it is making you money.
hey you come over here and help out with this new machine i just got off ebay. whats that thing made out of? Metal and it takes oil
myles
oil is the reason that the world is the way it is. so many wars, so much destruction, so many lives lost, all over the liquid that enables us to live the way we do. Its a shame.
john
Oil, slick, smooth, valuable.
It helps us be able.
Cooking and machinery,
used to keep the earth green-ery.
Bp. Obviously. please note that on pretty much all bp gas pumps (or any gas pumps for that matter) it says “you are responsible for your own spills”. guess BP didnt think that it applied to them.
Oil in my veins, thick sludge dripping from a wound in my hand. Hey, you shot the arrow, the least you could do is clean the wound. A trail we’ll follow until I’m dizzy. You push me to my knees and say you can see the bones. My knees are warm and stained. I’d rather die than say “I’m sorry.”
Thick, greasy and it clung to you even though you tried to wash it off and free yourself from that pain. It lingered on even once it appeared to be gone, and it made you choke when you went near the flame of a new life.
oil and ink and things that are so black they look blue were covering her skin. i knew she was suffocating in the thickness, the blackness of it all, but she lay still and silent.
Oil…hmmm sounds like a dirty word. ha ha. Oil and water don’t mix. Cooking with oil is bad for you and you need to change your oil every 3000 miles. Yeah. Oil. It’s kind of messy. Now, baby oil…that just smells sweet. Like a baby’s butt. lol. Suntan Oil smells yummy too. Like an ocean’s breeze. I love the ocean. It’s hard to beat walking along the ocean shore with your barefeet…wading in a little and letting your feet sink down into the sand as the waves go out. I love watching the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico on a warm, Florida day. I could use a trip to Florida to visit my parents about now. It really sucks that we didn’t get to go and visit them for Christmas. It has been more than seven years since the last time we stayed at home for Christmas. I know this because my youngest son has not ever had a Christmas morning in our home until this year and he is seven years old. Even though I missed my parents and really wanted to spend the holiday there…it was kind of nice to have a Christmas at home for once.
Aimee
She knew she had forgotten one thing. The one most important thing. Oil. She was frying something so of course she needed oil. Oh why had she forgotten oil! She went to the store specifically for the oil and did she get it? no, no she did not. Now it was too late to go to the store, she was screwed.
Ericka
It seeped from the crippled tanker like a stream black death–a floating viscous black ribbon that stretched out across the waves.
she spread it on her self, soaking into her clothes, her skin. it made everything transparent, shiny. It made me want her. In the most primal, carnal way possible. And she knew it. By the grin on her glistening lips, she knew it.
It felt good to finally take a shower, rinsing all of that grime and grease from his hair and feeling clean for the first time in weeks. The sand that pooled at the bottom near the drain only served as a reminder of his ordeal, but more than food, water, shelter… he had missed being cleaned.
He guessed that must say something about his priorities.
We ruin the cookies because we don’t oil the pan first, but you eat them anyway. They’re burnt on the bottom and we have to pretty much cut them off of the pan, but you eat them like they’re the best things you’ve ever tasted. “Mmm,” you say, and I laugh, and I’m pretty sure that as soon as I turn my back you spit into the napkin in your hand.
the oil leaks
in through the opening left in my chest
nearly anything can get in
and soil it all
and seep so deep that i can never get it all out
and it will spread to my stomach
and instead of oiling up my insides
making me move ever so smoothly
it burns
soils
and stays
Black, slimy, kills animals, dawn dishwashing soap can clean it up, it helps your car run, gets in your hair and pours out of your skin creating blemishes. Good and bad.
Amanda
There was on oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. BP spilled the oil. Lots of animals got oil on them and died, and Dawn made special soap. Now BP sponsors the Gulf of Mexico.
oil is a seriously seriously important energy source. without it, we will all be penguins.
true story.
Organic oils are produced in remarkable diversity by plants, animals, and other organisms through natural metabolic processes. Lipid is the scientific term for the fatty acids, steroids and similar chemicals often found in the oils produced by living things, while oil refers to an overall mixture of chemicals. Organic oils may also contain chemicals other than lipids, including proteins, waxes and alkaloids.
Lipids can be classified by the way that they are made by an organism, their chemical structure and their limited solubility in water compared to oils. They have a high carbon and hydrogen content and are considerably lacking in oxygen compared to other organic compounds and minerals; they tend to be relatively nonpolar molecules, but may include both polar and nonpolar regions as in the case of phospholipids and steroids.[5]
Some oils burn in liquid or aerosol form, generating heat which can be used directly or converted into other forms of energy such as electricity or mechanical work. To obtain most of these oils, crude oil is pumped from the ground and is shipped via oil tanker to an oil refinery. There, it is converted from crude oil to diesel fuel (petrodiesel), ethane (and other short-chain alkanes), fuel oils (heaviest of commercial fuels, used in ships/furnaces), gasoline (petrol), jet fuel, kerosene, benzene (historically), and liquefied petroleum gas. A 42 gallon barrel (U.S.) of crude oil produces approximately 10 gallons of diesel, 4 gallons of jet fuel, 19 gallons of gasoline, 7 gallons of other products, 3 gallons split between heavy fuel oil and Liquified petroleum gases [8], and 2 gallons of heating oil. The total production of a barrel of crude into various products results in an increase to 45 gallons.[8]. Not all oils used as fuels are mineral oils, see biodiesel and vegetable oil fuel.
david
grease, on foods, on faces, on america. the source of so many problems, but so essential- immiscible with water. staining, hard to wash off
the news play over and over the different levels of the same catastrophe, and i think to myself “could it really be the different expressions of the same substance?”. it feels like everything sticks together like that.
Put a little oil in my lamp, keep it burning! Oh… yeah, that song is one of the ones that loops in my head and just goes on forever and ever. It’s one of those gospel songs that… well, if you know the first verse, you know all of the song… pretty much at least. Funny thing… those are the songs I always think of right off the bat whenever I want to sing something that picks me up. Coincidence? …meh.
I like olive oil. It makes things tastier. Oil as in gasoline..it makes cars run. Oil…it can also start fires. Oil also is bad for your heart. It can clog arteries as well. But oil overall is yummy…well not the gasoline kind haha. oil.
sarina
the oil spill that happened in Alabama last year was devastating. I was lucky enough to be able to see the Gulf Shores a year after it happened. The South recovered so quickly from this tragedy and is still as beautiful as ever.
in the daily visits to the kitchen, one of the most useful condiments is oil. theres olive olive, cannoloa oil , vegetable oil, peanut oil. extra virgin olive oil has a variety of uses.
suzanne
I stared at the floor in disbelief. My two year old looked up at me and laughed, sitting in a puddle of oil, with the jar slipping form his slimy hands.
“Fun!” He shrieked as he threw thew bottle as far as he could. Thank goodness it was plastic.
delilah
I stepped over the tarp, slipping and sliding as I did it. I was careful not to fall, until my fifth step. My feet slid right our from underneath me and I flailed my arms to keep my balance, but to no attempt. I splattered to my butt and slid three feet, landing right in front of him. He smiled down at me, then popped at water balloon over my head. I quickly responded by taking out his knees, and he rolled on top of me, his oily lips dragging over mine.
That’s when I realized I loved him.
Kaylee
The coking stuff was my least favorite. It never seemed to make any sense to me as a young girl. I literally could not imagine why anyone in his or her right mind would ever make a recipe more greasy than it needed to be. I liked my brownies cakey. I liked everything that way at the time of my youth. I was never a fan of any type of oil.
Juliette
The oil tanker was on the news again today, fire blazes mirroring off the choppy waves making it look all the more horrible. He sat at the metal table, watching the flat screen on the beige office walls. It was on mute, but he knew what they were saying. And what they newscasters weren’t talking about, thinking about. He knew this accident was going to translate into silence in the cubicles, as they all waited to hear who was going. He knew he wouldn’t be able to work. He would just sit there and practice the monologue of how he would tell his wife. Just in case. Just in case this time, it was him.
sticky weird oily cooking usa iran fight over it useful we need it for cooking gasoline makes a mess, extremley helpful expensive cooking oil vegetable oil gasoline canola oil makeup oil
sdcf
Oil is slick, black. It’s tar and it winds its way through the veins of the planet, stretching and coalescing to fit inside. It’s crude but it’s effective.
The oil had been thrown into the house on a whim. As she walked away, she lit the match and tossed it. Vibrant flames filled the sky and cloud of smoke filled the air.
damn gurl. you need tah wash yo hurr. so much oil up in dat piece.
sorry for the slight racism and like of insightfulness. i’m giddy on two lattes and lack of sleep. and my hair was mad oily today.
The room was heavy with the smell of rancid burning oil. It coated your tongue if you breathed through your mouth. But I guess you can get use to just about anything if it is making you money.
hey you come over here and help out with this new machine i just got off ebay. whats that thing made out of? Metal and it takes oil
oil is the reason that the world is the way it is. so many wars, so much destruction, so many lives lost, all over the liquid that enables us to live the way we do. Its a shame.
Oil, slick, smooth, valuable.
It helps us be able.
Cooking and machinery,
used to keep the earth green-ery.
The oil dripped through the car
As the windows were cracked and scarred
from the harsh winds of fate, driving
ourselves into reality
Bp. Obviously. please note that on pretty much all bp gas pumps (or any gas pumps for that matter) it says “you are responsible for your own spills”. guess BP didnt think that it applied to them.
Oil in my veins, thick sludge dripping from a wound in my hand. Hey, you shot the arrow, the least you could do is clean the wound. A trail we’ll follow until I’m dizzy. You push me to my knees and say you can see the bones. My knees are warm and stained. I’d rather die than say “I’m sorry.”
Love was like oil.
Thick, greasy and it clung to you even though you tried to wash it off and free yourself from that pain. It lingered on even once it appeared to be gone, and it made you choke when you went near the flame of a new life.
Love was like oil, and I was surrounded by water.
oil and ink and things that are so black they look blue were covering her skin. i knew she was suffocating in the thickness, the blackness of it all, but she lay still and silent.
Oil…hmmm sounds like a dirty word. ha ha. Oil and water don’t mix. Cooking with oil is bad for you and you need to change your oil every 3000 miles. Yeah. Oil. It’s kind of messy. Now, baby oil…that just smells sweet. Like a baby’s butt. lol. Suntan Oil smells yummy too. Like an ocean’s breeze. I love the ocean. It’s hard to beat walking along the ocean shore with your barefeet…wading in a little and letting your feet sink down into the sand as the waves go out. I love watching the sunset over the Gulf of Mexico on a warm, Florida day. I could use a trip to Florida to visit my parents about now. It really sucks that we didn’t get to go and visit them for Christmas. It has been more than seven years since the last time we stayed at home for Christmas. I know this because my youngest son has not ever had a Christmas morning in our home until this year and he is seven years old. Even though I missed my parents and really wanted to spend the holiday there…it was kind of nice to have a Christmas at home for once.
She knew she had forgotten one thing. The one most important thing. Oil. She was frying something so of course she needed oil. Oh why had she forgotten oil! She went to the store specifically for the oil and did she get it? no, no she did not. Now it was too late to go to the store, she was screwed.
It seeped from the crippled tanker like a stream black death–a floating viscous black ribbon that stretched out across the waves.
she spread it on her self, soaking into her clothes, her skin. it made everything transparent, shiny. It made me want her. In the most primal, carnal way possible. And she knew it. By the grin on her glistening lips, she knew it.
It felt good to finally take a shower, rinsing all of that grime and grease from his hair and feeling clean for the first time in weeks. The sand that pooled at the bottom near the drain only served as a reminder of his ordeal, but more than food, water, shelter… he had missed being cleaned.
He guessed that must say something about his priorities.
The oil poured into the pan, sizzling deliciously. It filled the air with its thick, greasy scent, as the potatoes slid satisfyingly into the pan.
We ruin the cookies because we don’t oil the pan first, but you eat them anyway. They’re burnt on the bottom and we have to pretty much cut them off of the pan, but you eat them like they’re the best things you’ve ever tasted. “Mmm,” you say, and I laugh, and I’m pretty sure that as soon as I turn my back you spit into the napkin in your hand.
the oil leaks
in through the opening left in my chest
nearly anything can get in
and soil it all
and seep so deep that i can never get it all out
and it will spread to my stomach
and instead of oiling up my insides
making me move ever so smoothly
it burns
soils
and stays
Black, slimy, kills animals, dawn dishwashing soap can clean it up, it helps your car run, gets in your hair and pours out of your skin creating blemishes. Good and bad.
There was on oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. BP spilled the oil. Lots of animals got oil on them and died, and Dawn made special soap. Now BP sponsors the Gulf of Mexico.
oil is a seriously seriously important energy source. without it, we will all be penguins.
true story.
Organic oils are produced in remarkable diversity by plants, animals, and other organisms through natural metabolic processes. Lipid is the scientific term for the fatty acids, steroids and similar chemicals often found in the oils produced by living things, while oil refers to an overall mixture of chemicals. Organic oils may also contain chemicals other than lipids, including proteins, waxes and alkaloids.
Lipids can be classified by the way that they are made by an organism, their chemical structure and their limited solubility in water compared to oils. They have a high carbon and hydrogen content and are considerably lacking in oxygen compared to other organic compounds and minerals; they tend to be relatively nonpolar molecules, but may include both polar and nonpolar regions as in the case of phospholipids and steroids.[5]
Some oils burn in liquid or aerosol form, generating heat which can be used directly or converted into other forms of energy such as electricity or mechanical work. To obtain most of these oils, crude oil is pumped from the ground and is shipped via oil tanker to an oil refinery. There, it is converted from crude oil to diesel fuel (petrodiesel), ethane (and other short-chain alkanes), fuel oils (heaviest of commercial fuels, used in ships/furnaces), gasoline (petrol), jet fuel, kerosene, benzene (historically), and liquefied petroleum gas. A 42 gallon barrel (U.S.) of crude oil produces approximately 10 gallons of diesel, 4 gallons of jet fuel, 19 gallons of gasoline, 7 gallons of other products, 3 gallons split between heavy fuel oil and Liquified petroleum gases [8], and 2 gallons of heating oil. The total production of a barrel of crude into various products results in an increase to 45 gallons.[8]. Not all oils used as fuels are mineral oils, see biodiesel and vegetable oil fuel.
grease, on foods, on faces, on america. the source of so many problems, but so essential- immiscible with water. staining, hard to wash off
the news play over and over the different levels of the same catastrophe, and i think to myself “could it really be the different expressions of the same substance?”. it feels like everything sticks together like that.
A passionate love affair with water.
Put a little oil in my lamp, keep it burning! Oh… yeah, that song is one of the ones that loops in my head and just goes on forever and ever. It’s one of those gospel songs that… well, if you know the first verse, you know all of the song… pretty much at least. Funny thing… those are the songs I always think of right off the bat whenever I want to sing something that picks me up. Coincidence? …meh.
Not quite water: cannot be drank, cannot cleanse. But only it can light up a lamp. To each its own.
oil and water doesn’t mix but it makes for a great dressing when you add the right herbs and spices as ingredients.
I once dated a girl, her name was Nancy Doil.
It was fun and games, but then she got a boil.
I once dated a girl, her name was Nancy Boil….
I like olive oil. It makes things tastier. Oil as in gasoline..it makes cars run. Oil…it can also start fires. Oil also is bad for your heart. It can clog arteries as well. But oil overall is yummy…well not the gasoline kind haha. oil.
the oil spill that happened in Alabama last year was devastating. I was lucky enough to be able to see the Gulf Shores a year after it happened. The South recovered so quickly from this tragedy and is still as beautiful as ever.
in the daily visits to the kitchen, one of the most useful condiments is oil. theres olive olive, cannoloa oil , vegetable oil, peanut oil. extra virgin olive oil has a variety of uses.
I stared at the floor in disbelief. My two year old looked up at me and laughed, sitting in a puddle of oil, with the jar slipping form his slimy hands.
“Fun!” He shrieked as he threw thew bottle as far as he could. Thank goodness it was plastic.
I stepped over the tarp, slipping and sliding as I did it. I was careful not to fall, until my fifth step. My feet slid right our from underneath me and I flailed my arms to keep my balance, but to no attempt. I splattered to my butt and slid three feet, landing right in front of him. He smiled down at me, then popped at water balloon over my head. I quickly responded by taking out his knees, and he rolled on top of me, his oily lips dragging over mine.
That’s when I realized I loved him.
The coking stuff was my least favorite. It never seemed to make any sense to me as a young girl. I literally could not imagine why anyone in his or her right mind would ever make a recipe more greasy than it needed to be. I liked my brownies cakey. I liked everything that way at the time of my youth. I was never a fan of any type of oil.
The oil tanker was on the news again today, fire blazes mirroring off the choppy waves making it look all the more horrible. He sat at the metal table, watching the flat screen on the beige office walls. It was on mute, but he knew what they were saying. And what they newscasters weren’t talking about, thinking about. He knew this accident was going to translate into silence in the cubicles, as they all waited to hear who was going. He knew he wouldn’t be able to work. He would just sit there and practice the monologue of how he would tell his wife. Just in case. Just in case this time, it was him.
slick. black. deceiving. fish. harsh.
sticky weird oily cooking usa iran fight over it useful we need it for cooking gasoline makes a mess, extremley helpful expensive cooking oil vegetable oil gasoline canola oil makeup oil
Oil is slick, black. It’s tar and it winds its way through the veins of the planet, stretching and coalescing to fit inside. It’s crude but it’s effective.
The oil had been thrown into the house on a whim. As she walked away, she lit the match and tossed it. Vibrant flames filled the sky and cloud of smoke filled the air.
rich, thick, black gold…texas tea
Many countries will spill blood for it…many people go in debt for it