You Know What The Worst Things In The World Are?

The thing is that there's only one surefire way to learn about the worst things on Earth. And that is to have them happen to you. The most terrible things, beyond serial killers and human trafficking--things so far beyond our comprehension we can't even fathom them--are bound to be kept under wraps. There is an immutable force that works like a wave of stars glittering in the air. Those bright lights are like open sores releasing adank stench. It is under your goddamn floorboards. It waves its magic, invisible hand and opens its dark and porous mouth, and it spews eggs which crunch beneath your shoes and you'll never even fucking know it. And from these eggs comes a spew of liquid barf that rises into the soles of the bad men's feet and clusters in their knees, giving them a spring to their step that always keeps them one step ahead of the good people like you. And who knows what form it takes? It might be a mural on a wall, and it won't even move. It'll just be painted on that wall, an idea, a form of some sort which ties it to where you are. And like a beacon, it will bring the bad things, or it will be the bad thing. In that mural is an endless concept. Not a blood-soaked star, but something that can't be given a physical breath. But if you try to imagine it as the worst thing imaginable, it's so much goddamn worse than that.

It is a bad thing. It is a cruel thing. It is a sick and violent thing. It loves to hurt people. It's not even sure what a person is, and it can't find out just by cutting you open or raping your babies. It has to do worse than that. It has to make you bleed into your own tears and tear off your skin layer by layer, microscopically if possible, and in the most unfathomably painful ways. This is the dark and immutable force that protects all assholes, for whatever reason you'll never know. And it's not even because you don't want to know, but you don't. It's because you can't know, because the force hasn't chosen you to know. It hasn't wafted up your nose or climbed through the pin prick holes in the hollows of your eyes. It's left you alone, or maybe reserved you as prey, if it's so human as to even allow for a concept like prey. If it isn't something worse than that.

It is true. It is always true. You are well and truly fucked.