On Drinking from The Abyss (for Stefush Fan)
Yes, S.F. I long to drink from the Abyss. I long to stare down into it's brackish depths until my eyes fall out of my head and drop without a sound into it's sickening Infinity. The Abyss is everywhere and everything, Stefush Fan. Whether it be Fame, or Home Depot. It is the human condition, and it will claim us all.
Why fear it, SF? Let The Abyss run it's lacquered nails up and down your spine and surrender to the shivers it brings.
We all want to be known, and known well.
Reach deep inside yourself. Step boldly into those dark places where the soil is acrid and soft. Present yourself to your sins and let them devour you.
Even the desperate ones, the ones who keep their heads low and huddle mumbling at the bus stops and in the subdivisions of this great land want to be larger than life. The tall, bland women who bake cookies for their co-workers are saying, "these cookies will make me famous". When you pick out a new shirt to wear - that's you saying, "these clothes are my costume - I am a different person now. Notice me!"
The meek may inherit the Earth, but it's those who ain't that are earning what is handed down in the Will.
BE HUGE. Pull others out of the stink and the mire, SF, and then polish them until they burn out the eyes of the Sun.
Why fear it, SF? Let The Abyss run it's lacquered nails up and down your spine and surrender to the shivers it brings.
We all want to be known, and known well.
Reach deep inside yourself. Step boldly into those dark places where the soil is acrid and soft. Present yourself to your sins and let them devour you.
Even the desperate ones, the ones who keep their heads low and huddle mumbling at the bus stops and in the subdivisions of this great land want to be larger than life. The tall, bland women who bake cookies for their co-workers are saying, "these cookies will make me famous". When you pick out a new shirt to wear - that's you saying, "these clothes are my costume - I am a different person now. Notice me!"
The meek may inherit the Earth, but it's those who ain't that are earning what is handed down in the Will.
BE HUGE. Pull others out of the stink and the mire, SF, and then polish them until they burn out the eyes of the Sun.
posted by Stefush at 1:27 PM
1 Comments:
Ah, SF. God did his part with me already. I'm here, aren't I? Aren't you?
Without the Abyss, there would be no way of comprehending all that we are. It is the backdrop against which everything we know takes its form. It's not to be feared, but admired and used for the strength it imparts.
A starry sky is the Abyss, a fog-enshrouded morning. That elongated state of numbness right before you fall into a deep sleep.
It is that Unseen Observer that exists beyond the Self but is made from the Self. You have to learn to trust it to become whole.
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