The prior pump with the rubber bands was good enough to pump the muscles, and yet.
The symmetry round was up. he did'nt know S*** yet to stand there and look pretty. Go to the gym, smile to the webcam and spread hopeful messages, then try to be cute, Do a direct call to action to like, follow and subscribe and all that.
Line up with the other boys, bring the goods, flare the lats. Wellness category of the men because he could not qualify for everything else.
Yet it all came to his life that he could not face a real audience, an audience that was going to stare at him. He could not swallow it down. A big black stone that was wedged into his beak, it was his nervousness. No reassurance was going to make him get rid of it.
Shameless objects meat to be judged, of bigorexia fetishism to be judged and collected, to be used like a pet show. A piece of libidinal, short-lived ejaculation. Nothing else, His thoughts getting more incoherent. Open display, at the isle. A hack waiting to show it.
Thoughts of the club, thoughts that his ideas are complete and total disaster. He had to breath.
Swallow it all down, get it out, get it out get it-