He seemed kind of ticked-off. His fists were doubled, clenched down by his side.

Give up; do not grasp in clenched fists.  

My fists get clenched, my muscles get tight, I'm getting hot.

Thrashing sounds shred the air not once or twice, but thrice. Grinding airwaves into fine lines for spine numbing absorption. Clenched fists activate your glazed rushing eyes. The feeling you love and need, ripples in and floods your mind. These crushed anthems are your way of life, the only way to feed your ravished soul...

It just kind of seemed like there were good opportunities to be had out there. It was kind of sloppy at each end.

He was kind of foaming at the mouth and his teeth were clenched.