The Gospel Of The Mime

Acts Of A Tear Stained Clown + The Revelation Of Junk

Acts Of A Tearstained Clown

Years passed and Ben prospered. He may of had to attend an actual school, but he did decent and learned how to get revenge on anyone who bothered him. He had learned to be Mr. Stealyogirl and could teach a college level class on the subject. At the age of thirteen he could charm a walrus, and was lucky enough to learn more from his flirt of a father.

Now he spent his free time on any free porn website. It brought him a familiar sense of comfort, even if he had to hide under his blanket. The time spent only got longer as he grew up, and at the age of thirteen he had bookmarked fifty websites, and creamed in jeans thousands times.

Now this was his last year in middle school. There was a talent show, and for once he stepped out of his zone and entered. All he needed was some makeup and some water. His peers would snap, and that's just what he wanted.

He donned the holy outfit, the boater, the white button up vest, and the khakis. He then applied the make up to his face,and slid the Michael Jackson gloves on. He got on stage expressionless, waving to the silent audience. Slowly he walked to a stool with a cup of tap water, and he drank from the cup. Suddenly he spat it all out, and as it spilled on the audience it turned into X-rated tapes. Suddenly the teachers tackled the students, and took the tapes to "bring to the principle". No matter, the show went on. He would gain his title.

The true act began as he pretended to be in a box. Suddenly he mimed himself putting his junk through a hole. Suddenly they all realised, it wasn't a box, it was a stall. The night of bones and waterfalls began. He mimicked the actions of a man getting a sick bloge, causing everyone to slide forward hiding their groins. The crowd of tomatoes cheered on as he moved to part two. This was truly the climax of the performance. The began to thrust into three fake women. He showed everyone the correct technique of plowing, after putting a balloon on a banana. Ben knew how to make a convincing face for a splooge, and even made the audience think he orgasmed onstage. Finally he mimicked masturbation on the stool, faking fingering his anus as he moved his hand up and down near his zipped up pants. This was the night he found his purpose, this was the night he heard God.

The Revelation Of Junk

He sat on his bed after being complimented for such a wonderful performance by his peers. Even though he gained a one week suspension, he knew the staff enjoyed the show as well. Their eyes betrayed them as he was scolded.

He heard the voice of his true father that night. As he closed his eyes a voice shook the house. A being of pure light appeared before him, it was God. They spoke not as father and son, but as equal yet separate. Ben was told of his fate. He was the mime. He was Porno Mime, Jesus Thrist, and he would absorb the sin of the world into himself before he died. Ben would need to inspire and lead the people to truth, and take all their sins once they perished. He would take the punishment for them, and he would lead the new world. Ben knew he couldn't object, but he was confused on his birth. Now was the time for the birds and the bees.

God had willed a man to have intercourse with Ben's mother. This man was to be extremely fertile, and have sinned as much as the mother throughout his life. Then God sped up the pregnancy so the world would have its prophet after the failure of the second Jesus. He also blessed his child with immense girth, so anyone would know that he was born to lead. As well as a nutsack that could swing an election.

Then he left like a lamp being turned off. So the mime took of his clothes, and took a shower. He knew his destiny, and he also knew it was going to lead to a fun life. The son of a god would rule like a god, and his kingdom would be vast. All he had to do, was inspire the people of this land. And inspire he would.