The crushing weight of knowing there is a crushing weight waiting but not being weighed down by it at the moment, but knowing that the crushing will resume at some undetermined point in the future.
These words you utter invoke a painful sensation that move from the top of your head down to the tip of your toeless foot. A huge feeling of despair got hold of you. You just know you are paying for past sins commited. sins so grave that you've been doomed to be crushed for eternity and beyond. The sin of Putting pineapple on pizza.
The crushing weight of expecting a crushing weight .
The crushing weight of knowing there is a crushing weight waiting but not being weighed down by it at the moment, but knowing that the crushing will resume at some undetermined point in the future.
The crushing weight of a hydraulic press. Sorry, what were we talking about?
The hydraulic press isn't real. The hydraulic press isn't real. The hydraulic press isn't real.
But how do I know these words?
These words you utter invoke a painful sensation that move from the top of your head down to the tip of your toeless foot. A huge feeling of despair got hold of you. You just know you are paying for past sins commited. sins so grave that you've been doomed to be crushed for eternity and beyond. The sin of Putting pineapple on pizza.
"hello ant welkom to te hytraulik press channell"
Ah, yes. The perpetual struggle of life.
Edit : that does sound a lot like living in an abusive household.....
the crushing weight of not knowing if there’s a crushing weight
That's paranoia.