Risky move

The same fat depressed women, hanging on to their dorito bags, hugging them excessively, imagining what life would be like if they had just a glimpse of hope, of having what is portrayed in that shitty tv show they watch all day in their pyjamas, those same women are what you see jumping around inept at your local gym, to some edm music blasted so loud you can hear it at the other end of the gym even though they are in a soundproof room, getting yelled at by some hot twentysomething year old chick, who was lately enlightened that drinking green juice and wearing yoga pants all the time will get her the best study buddies, fuck buddies, whatever buddies.

This lack of passion, of enthusiasm, a dread, that you can see in their body language, facial expressions, obviously screaming out of their eyes, stop, what is happening to my body, stawp, sit down and eat doritos, we're not used to this, is the reason they don't deserve anything, and life will make sure they don't get what they think they want, what media has instilled in them.

The most annoying attribute any women could have, they are the ones giving blowjobs because you tell them to, without your dominance they wouldn't, they don't enjoy it, they don't enjoy to please, to do anything that doesn't help their expansion, their disgusting, negative expansion of already too big bodies, stop sucking, go and buy some passion and then come back.

To the gym, to the bedroom, to life.

stream of consciousness. rant. justification, edit, new edition, sometime in the future. wording sucks. document don't create.

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