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The Man

by john-hosack

Silver screen athletes quitting soccer teams to join homophobic friends (redneck quasi outdoors-men) who just want to kill animals angst must be vented lest it boil inside and form a much darker concoction. I beat the horse 'till I couldn't get it wrong even then the faceless desks of power endorse eugenics, pharmaceuticals, and high profile lawyers sentencing me to a life's term teaching Sophocles to an uninterested fifteen year old too busy stroking a Ritalin limp dick to star censored ladies on Vegas stripper cards. And he said "Watch your language" when I said "What the fuck?"
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