I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in the cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night
To martyr yourself to caution
Is not going to help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While ivy grows over the door
So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself
You know you just can't win.
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(Btw, this is a glass bottle of cooking oil, taken from the bottom toward the neck while holding it up toward the window)
Okay, I guess this one looks cool to me because I knew what it was. I thought it looked almost like ice, so maybe I should have gone with that, colourwise? Or maybe I should have just hit the "delete" :)
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Sorry but I voted this a 3 and 99% of that is the poor image quality and fact that I don´t particularly care for abstract photographs. Less grain, clearer photo and something to catch my eye (as it is it wanders all over the frame) would have lead to a higher score from me personally.
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