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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

workout

In the aura of ever bulking muscles, slimming waist lines, and growing smiles, the formerly weighty ‘Gibroni struts up the concrete pathway leading to the oasis of chlorinated dihydrogen monoxide and suntan-lotion-applied bodies. A spectacle of paradise is intruded from every angle by mass amounts of uncovered skin. Although the classification of ‘nude’ is avoided, one could argue that a tightrope is being walked respective to this circumstance. But the ex flabby pseudostud, having gained a newly known confidence, strides up the pool side and strips off his shirt, exposing a finely etched torso. Ripping out the suntan lotion, he begins to apply himself, sensing the attracted glare from female spectacles.

Soon there is a mob of voluptuous sirens singing his praise, adoring every inch of his muscleous bod, saying, chanting their unadulterated lust for him. Scantily-clad ladies cling to him from every angle, pleading for him to come and enter into the realm of looove. Soon so many females are surrounding the man that he starts to suffocate from the fumes of suntan lotion and perfume. He reaches out, gasps for air, and the images of insanely hot ladies soon turns into many monsters with multiple heads reaching out with claw and horn to tear his soul from his body. Red fiery eyes pierce his gaze, looking up in a fit of braindaze, head swimming, indeed drowning, he tries to swim and reach air on the surface of the water, but fails. Left dying, light dimming before his eyes, his mind goes to recall the events of his life. His failures, his ambitions, his many years stuck in the sluggish solitude of overeating and laziness, when of late a fit of desperation tore him into a frightful frenzy to shed pounds and gain muscle, he thought his life a success now, gaining the respect of the world, accomplishing what few people ever could. Indeed a Jerry of his time, a victor of the flesh, he would now see his end in the very moment he thought would bring the most happiness: choked to death at the hands of lust and ambition.


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