Love the Craft

Philosophical horror authors have this question implied: what's the most horrific thing that could happen to you?

And it's all extreme anatomical events mediated by the metaphysical sublime not limited to unknown alien gods, flesh eaters human or otherwise, and supreme anthropic medicalism. Drs being full on with rearranging your shit and erasure of your functioning high cognitive psyche like a zombie and then having your nostril eaten by angelic martian maggots invoked by some arcane unearthly text like Kilgore was here but in some dead language on some tree in a volcanic crater that only appears every third spring. The ritualistic phased series here means the author is some kinky metagod