10/3/06

You work out to build the muscle underneath your tarp of skin, piling it so high that the covering stretches and fat has no choice but burn up or join the mound of flesh.  When everywhere is muscle you will be complete.  Finished.  But you can’t go home.  Home is waste, fat, temptation.  Stay here.  It’s 24-hour now.  Think about the woman who looked at you as less than a man.  If she could see you now.  How about that guy in traffic?  Bet he didn’t think much of you when he cut you off.  Blue Pontiac thinks your Pacific-Northwest-gray Nissan Sentra (wearing worn, indecipherable bumper stickers, college parking passes from the Clinton years and a too-big-to-ignore/too-small-to-fix dimple dent on its bumper) is a waistoid vehicle blighting the traffic real estate.  Do overhead presses and imagine throwing your hunk of shit car at his head!  I’d tell you to imagine throwing it over a cliff and washing your hands of it’s “fix me” lights, but that’s too high-concept for you now that testosterone is the junk to your hungry bones.  Just get your revenge while expelling stress while inflating muscle. You know, multi-task.  It never has to end.  When you need sleep you don’t have to leave.  Sleep in our beds, tanning all night long. For food, why spend all that time, money and gas buying food and eating it?  We have protein smoothies, which can be consumed through straw, IV drip or “other.”  You never need to separate from us here at Global Fitness.  We bring the world to you.