Disgust gone rogue. Disgust gone wild. The dance of disgust. Like the dance of satyrs. What does the dance of disgust look like? Is there a Hindu god of disgust? Is there a saint of disgust?
It’s so very very over. It’s so late. It’ so late that it’s … Early?
The universe shows very bad timing. It knows the game is up. That the game was up long ago.
It can’t go on, can it? It can’t keep it failing and failing and failing to end. In what bad taste does it continue?
What a fuck up. You fucked up, universe! We’re supposed to be dead! In fact, we were never supposed to be born!
You would have been perfect, universe, if it wasn’t for us. You would have been pristine, universe, but you made your mistake.
You made us! You allowed us to appear! Let us open our eyes! What a mistake! How did that happen, blind universe, dead universe. How did you let it happen?
We ended up alive. We ended upraising our fist at it all. Shaking our stupid fists at everything.
We ended up alive. And here we are. The whole evolution thing. And then – us. How many billion years and then us, sitting here. Full of disgust and self-disgust.
The universe wakes up. The universe wakes up and realises what it is. The whole curse. And we sing the song of the horror of the universe. We sound the universe’s disgust and self-disgust.
Work in Progress 