CHUKART

Over the ages, the fucks he could give grew so scant, so meager, that he was to give no fucks.  In this unstable state, his fuckholder folded in upon itself, and he gave his first negative fuck.  A great vacuous void of anti-fucks was created, its current so strong as to suck the very living fucks from others who drew too near.  Oh ye who cherish thy fucks, tremble before The Fuckless One!  The Great Devourer of all fucks (and givings of a shit) before whom no fucks may be retained!

I had a particularly intense version of a recurring dream.  In the dream, I own a poorly maintained house and am returning from some ill-defined trip or other activity.  I suddenly realize I have shirked my responsibility and rush into a distant, ill-used part of the house.  It is filled with strange aquariums and cages where I have captive a great many different animals.  I have forgotten and neglected them for quite some time.  Many have died.  Many feed on the corpses of the dead.  Some have thrived, reproducing and changing into strange new shapes.  Some are creatures who should not be there at all, worms or centipedes or other strange insects come to feed on the abandoned.  Some creatures have grown large and escaped their cages, breaking into others to eat the inhabitants.  I woke with a sensation of intense self-loathing and revulsion.  This is a horror a God would experience, returning to his forgotten children, those left to be consumed by desperation and emergent behavior.  A utopia become dystopia in the absence of its creator.