A place where you can find the burned-out carcasses of my abandoned art & poetry.
"Exterminate all rational thought." that is the conclusion Bill Lee has come to with regard to writing, in David Cronenberg's movie adaptation of Naked Lunch. Charles is forever busy using what appears to be sleeping gas on himself and those around him in an attempt to apply Bill's conclusion not to writing but to a vacation into nonsensical bliss.
What if a zombie, put together from parts of Robert Crumb, George Herriman and Chester Gould, attempted to make a comic strip with a Hemingway-like narrative, in the setting of a Bukowski novel while Harvey Pekar is looking over it's shoulder constantly criticizing. Now add an aversion to plot and a craving for postmodern fragmentation. Well, it probably would be great... This is all there is.