The Buttplug of Knowledge

It goes in from one end and lights up the other one. Most people think it’s kind of weird, but it can be quite fun.

Like something that’s inside of you known by none. Guiding you to the truthlike a map between your buns.

Stimulating and enthralling you by deriving pleasure in things you assumed there was none.

Taking you to your personal nirvana free from the violence of the sun where pain is hot bliss; that can’t be undone.

It leaves emptiness and longing in its absence. You might question its worth, but remember, it leaves a deep dark hole when it’s gone.

It’s better to have never had it, than to have had it and then not.