La taberna de Aziz. Son of Zeus, brother of Hercules, father of aesthetics

_Statue With No Soul~

It is time. The time to show case the physique in all its glory. All the nights sweat in the gym, meals, bills, tren coughs...it all leads to now.

Now you live the dream

Now you understand what it is like to stand out in a crowd of many

Now you are the center of the universe

Now you will understand the irony of how the harder you work on yourself, the less "you" exist.

Now you to will understand now matter how much attention you get, it is for nothing

There is nothing real left. A world without you. Only a suit of muscle.

A prison, each new line carved deep into your skin is another bar to your internal jail cell.

Before you continue, i want you to understand, You are about to embark on a conquest that reaching its end will also be the end of you. You will soon see the reality just as i have. This world is a superficial place and this journey, this dream of yours better be fkn worth it, cuz you are about to see it, live and breath it first hand.

I am no longer Dan. I am the asshole jock whos tanned in winter time with more veigns in his legs than the avg gym goers forearms. Im no longer the funny guy, no longer a good friend,commited lover and disciplined individual, i am the one night stand, steroid addict since 9, always good at anything he did with no effort narcissistic prick.

There is no me, only an image. I am created the second my jacket comes off. My own hard work, forged into what i love, and all i know has erased my very existence from this world.

I did this to me

I didnt see it comming

The further i improve myself, the less i exist.

You are about to embark on a cold journey friends. This shit can and will get to your head and possibly ruin you. You must stay above the near future stupidity if you dont want it to consume you. You must to learn to understand. Learn to see the truth. Realise the why. The ones who have fallen to new found praise, false praise , are the ones who are no longer with us anymore. This is the start of a spiral to hell for the mentaly weak and easily lead. Alot of us turned to this cult due to insecurity, and some may still be that little insecure 16year old who got crushed benching an empty bar.

There is much more to looking like a god than just looking like one. You must have the head for it and be able to harness the power, or you will quickly burn out and descend to a life of hell.