Drunk with Disgust

We have to invert the disgust, somehow. Let it become … what? Change it. Convert it.


We have to reach the greater disgust – that’s the thing. Find our way to the Disgust with Everything.


Drunk with disgust. Drunk from disgust.


Gazelle hasn’t even had any of the wine yet. Suck it down, Gazelle – see what it does to you. Maybe you’ll reach the Greater Disgust straightaway. A sign of your advanced spiritual evolution.


A toast: to poison. And to lies! Don’t forget lies! And to the opposite of poison, the opposite of lies! To tensions. To contradictions. To the Most Low and to the Most High!


We were especially attuned to this. We were formed to taste it, this disgust. It’s like having a very fine palate. It’s like being a connoisseur.

All the flavours of disgust. All the foulness. That’s what we can taste. In all its nuances. In all its … subtleties.


To the antidote! To truth! To the Most Low and to the Most High. To tensions. To contradictions. To opposites. To extremes!


The diseased terroir. The fouled terroir. That’s what we’re drinking: disease. That’s what we’re drinking: the foulness. That’s what’s running in our bloodstream. In our digestive tract.

It probably crossed the blood-brain barrier, long ago . It’s accumulating in our brain. In our reproductive organs. It’s giving us neurological damage and heart damage and strange new cancers …


The pedagogy of disgust. The pedagogy of revulsion.


We don’t deserve death. We don’t warrant an end. We have to keep going. So we can become as disgusting as possible. Reach the point of maximum disgustingness.

We’re already there. No we’re not!


Disgust isn’t just psychological. It isn’t some mental state. It’s ontological.


When disgust gets existential, that’s when things really start.