The taste of bile on the throat, A hint of failure in your thoughts. No one likes me, that is why I am lonely. I look around and see a room full of lonely people. I see people sweating, trying to look slimmer, stronger, more athletic, more appealing. So they can meet their next ex-girlfriend. I pump my biceps, my triceps, my quads and my hamstrings, my pecs and my lats. I know that after a month or six I will have that muscular physique that the girls crave, I will shack up with a pretty one and eat takeout and watch streaming television, and my muscles will grow slack, the pizza and chinese food will take its toll on my belly and her eyes will start to wander. On to the next one, Someone who has been lifting all this time. Pumping out rep after rep, listening to faster and faster beats per minute on their Beats by Dre, Headphones, lonely phones, breaking that sweat, breaking those boundaries Breaking the record, breaking expectations. Bulk up then slim down, make those Muscles Pop. All so you can check yourself out in the mirror while banging it out with your next ex.
Posted on: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 09:09:58 +0000
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