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FishingSandy toes, smelly hands, expectation is all something I love as I plunge my body into the stride of a fisherman casting his bait out to sea hoping that food will come on the end of the line. More often than not standing bored for hours baking in the sun slowly roasting in sweat thinking of beer, wondering why I havne't seen any women lately. What happens to me every time I go fishing is expectation. Expectation in my life is far too little from me and of me. I want to hook that bastard so bad that he chokes and haul that sucker up out of his home, into my world where I can hold him up and beam as my mades look on wondering where their fish iFishing
by ~scoon
Every dayHe walked the same walk every day. A worker ant beaten into submission, staring at the world in the reflection of his black leather shoes. Soft, dark leather that drank his gaze. He watched his feet shuffling back and forth in front of him like twin coffins slowly swallowing him from the feet up.Every day
His work was killing him from the inside. He had known it since he had started at the company but could never quite escape.
Sighing, he pushed the button corresponding to his floor on the elevator panel and prepared for the last few moments of peace he would have until he shut his eyes again in bed that night.
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by ~scoon
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