While taking a leak, mocking my phallus - the essence of manhood hovering about the urinal, all insipid and limp - flashback of this morning DIY seeps into realm. Dissatisfaction with my method of libido relief etches at the corners of my eyes and above my brows in premature wrinkles; this I believe. I am all pent up, tightened into a knot of raw anxiety seemingly without reprieve.
The grimy window in the white-tiled space swayed into view; a rectangle piece of navy blue sky spattered with twirly cotton. That was the only liberation it seemed, in this trapped life of my.
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