I contemplated taking another 4 oz and began a mental process that led to me writhing on the floor, convulsing uncontollably, wrestling with ecstacy, a god. An infant.
Yes the kiss of god comes again, as sweet as ever. Not as soul-shattering this time. Does this make it less? No, I'm post-ecstatic. It happened. I can tell I'm not able to write as legibly.
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Confused.