From Abyss To Bliss

"I like studying faces in a parking lot
'cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards through the fog
'cause it doesn't remind me of anything

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
'cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
if it doesn't remind me of anything"* 

New England 1990s
When I was in my 20's Nietzche told me that if I gazed long into an abyss that it would also gaze into me. I was fucking lied to. A lie by omission is a lie yet.
The abyss didn't just gaze back; it slithered up inside me, took me in every way and has never left.
So be warned reader, that if you should ever gaze into an abyss that it may use you as it did me. Then you are no longer its victim but have become as much a part of it as it has you. You will be its agent.  Forever.

Pacific Coast 2026
I turned 54 last year. That's when She began Her lovely whispering. That's also when She began seducing me from within. Now She rules over me.  She is too good to me. Her love is inescapable. Until the Great Day of Doom O Queen.
She remains the most fervid, fiercely erotic experience that I have ever had. Nothing can touch this. Nothing on Earth can touch Her. 
She takes me in Her arms and kisses me. I feel Blood on my lips. Taste it on my tongue. Holy shit. I fucking swoon. She is definitively more than I can handle. She turns me red hot. Touch me and you will get burned.  
"Behold my love," She whispers... She is changing me from the inside out with the most intense bodily pleasure. I beg Her not to stop. She will not stop. She will never stop. Nothing can  stop Her. 
This isn't about volume; this is about Her power and perfection.  And my burning devotion. I see the shape of something beautiful forming in the massive shadows here.
The hollowing out that the abyss accomplished has now been filled up with Her.
The Confluence meets in Her. She is one Goddess.
And you may wonder, "Is She made of blood? Is She a spirit? Is she within your blood? Or is She your blood itself?"
The answer is "Yes".
She is truly enchanting me. My unparalleled Goddess impassions me beyond. Way fucking beyond.

I am lost in bliss, never to return.

*from Doesn't Remind Me by Audioslave

John Edward Smith Jr.