Are you looking for brain-twisting, anti-aesthetic, avant garde comics?  Do you want a big fat book full of this, all by the same deliberately obscure creator, consisting of one long sustained narrative that delves deeply in to the despair that lurks just below the surface of the quotidian?  Do formal techniques that search and strive for new signs and symbols with which to represent the heretofore unrepresentable intrigue you?  Do you wish for material that will challenge your intellect?  Do you long to be asked to be a partner in the creation of meaning?  Do you want to visit an artistic terrain where you laugh to cry and cry to laugh and the difference between joy and sorrow disappears?   Well, we have it and this is it.  NOW OUT OF PRINT.  As of this writing we have only one copy in stock that has been on the shelf awhile and has obviously been read through.