Charlie the Steak
Selfie Stick based combat, round rooms with no doors or windows, fungal circuits, meat based information storage, the human genome etched into a crystal lodged into a iron sphere hurtling through space, an endless shopping mall staffed by the children who were abandoned in the playplace, a radicalist group wages war on suburbs, a Tumblr fan community for a child killer, human hair and teeth as currency for the mutant rats living in the bombed out remains of New York City, an endless war between a 45 year old man and the colony of small pink men living in his walls, the sky falling away every day to reveal some new unimaginable horror, the ever fading difference between the wet terror of real life and electronic banality of the virtual, ceaseless reconstruction of one's body into new shapes, bone shards arts and crafts, the same royalty free music loop for 90 years as you are trapped in a small box and fed a bitter nutritional slurry, the only joy is telling parents their baby has only a 10% of living past birth, the metallic taste in your tap water, the ever present clown, the dreary eyed dog woman, humor your only sword and shield, you own turtle shell made from your own finger nails, nothing but reheated McDonald's for breakfast, waiting in Jack in the Box for a reason to live, one last jackoff before oblivion.