SYNOPSIS:

Kafka meets klowns from outer space, & everyone thinks it's a serial killer buddy story while the pile of sh!t between their ears is microwaved into black fire bullet kandy kum that engulfs the reminants of their soul into indigo & teal fractal nebulas posing as transhumanist politicians in a post-truth underground where eye contact is currency. Music first. There are patterns in nature that create guides that are to be exploited producing creative nectar & honey between sentients forever. Must have free wifi & central air conditioning.