bighoss2's Blog - page 56

An apple, a banana and a penis got into an argument one day.

The apple says sadly "I have the worst life ever. People take one bite of me and throw me on the ground."

The banana says "You think thats bad? People take off my clothes, eat my insides and leave my clothes on the floor."

The penis laughs. "You guys have it easy. You try having people sticking you in dark, wet caves, putting bags over your head, massaging you for hours and making you do push-ups until you throw up!"

I've always been attracted to the notion of a clown. On the surface it's always jokes and fun, but beneath the surface, what lies there. So being, at times, a dark moody fuck, I decided to explore a dark moody clown.


Behind the eyes of a clown, exists a dark and lonely place. A place where light, laughter, and love are silenced. This is home you see. Here inside this void, the clown's purgatory. Not heaven, not hell, just dark and empty, a world of nothing for a cell. Sitting in limbo, awaiting his next step into the light. The smile a clever façade, painted on to mask the emptiness inside. Laughter a light that can burn through the darkest clouds, but have you heard a clown honestly laugh? The clown lives, you see, to see the smiles of others. Forgoing his own to see them all laugh again, shining a beam on the darkness within. His only light the laughter from outside. He paints on another smile and faces another day.

Bashes, bruises, bumps, and breaks,
my body cries 'onward' this is what it takes.
Beaten, battered, broken, unbowed,
my body cries 'onward' no tears allowed.
Slits, slashes, slices, and scars,
my body cries 'onward' the moment is yours.
Lessons, light, longing, and love,
I thank you my body for all the above.

Riddle me this...
When the sun warms your face, can you feel my kiss?
Soft and subtle, like a butterfly's song.
A perfect world, no, but nothings amiss.
Hearts beat anew, soar, and carry on.
I crave nothing more, yet I ache for this.

Amazing short absence can make unease.
Mind clouded, like mist rolling in on morning shores.
Looking outward for you, through countless closed doors.

Beautiful words drift on cool autumn breeze.
A simple thought, I wish you were here.
Large hands stroking eyes, too tired to shed a tear.

If I could hold you, answer lonely pleas.
Arms empty and longing, a hole left where you belong.
This lonely solo verse, in our duet's song.

I must now rest, or fall on bended knees.
To long gone from my lips, my eyes and all.
Never from my heart, my dreams, every moment I fall.

I long for you with this, and all of these.
I missed that precious you.
Thank you, for coming again, into view.

Biting my lower lip in anticipation, I gaze down at you. I can feel your warmth radiating upwards. God, I've been dreaming of you all day. I can't take my eyes off you; so wet and glistening; so fucking inviting. I just want to sink fully and completely, lose myself deep inside in one hot perfect instant; but no, this is a moment to be savored slowly. I can't let it pass too quickly. Mmmm, slowly sinking deeper, feeling your warmth engulfing me, wrapping me so completely. Fuck, you're so hot you almost burn my skin, and still I ache to be deeper and deeper inside. So this is euphoric perfection. This is the warm perfect moment I've dreamt of all day. I can feel everything else just melting away, left only in your warm, wet, perfect embrace.

Don't you just love a hot bath?

So, I'm innocently touring chat room, when this goblin named ketchup pops up. He seems nice enough on the surface, but he hides a dark side. Ketchup (goblin123) seems to have a thing for sheep. He took this picture of himself and waived it all around the chat room. Myself, Juicy, and Missfit tried to tell him to stop, but ketchup just would not stop droning on and on about sheep. So if you see this goblin out in public. Dont fear for your women or children, but lock up yer sheep!.