Once more I find it difficult with rating, because its always like that when you have to assess someone's surreal disgustingly provocative beautiful dream. Beauty? In a monstrous! Understanding of what has happening? Around zero. Allusions? Uh, I don't know. Something somewhere glimmers. Fantasy of author? The brightest... ad nauseam.
About story, by the way. Story, for the record, quite slim, while periodically interrupted by ecstatic vomit of intelligence. It is journey of certain three in strange, magical and nightmarish lands. They are strangers in area, they don't have memory, and local mixed-up mutants, time and again, propose the three to play a new role. And this proposal so tempting, the three look good in those costumes, they are so tight accreted to amnesiac skin that simply feel good to see. Cross-cutting theme throughout narrative goes to General. He spoke in caps with vast screens, they lionize, hate, love, desire and scared of him. General give a commands that cannot be disobey, he is everything. He create this rotting immortal world. And he creates you once, dum-dum, just when he get indigestion. And so on, including ideal vaginas, the ghost train, dead people, mutants, mongols, urine emanating from, um, you'd better won't imaging, condors, red light, blood tank - it is a power source, slime, rot and lotuses. And the emptiness that contains all of it and manufactures, because it is versatile material, it is under skin, out of skin and instead of skin.
Special greetings to the dude in sports shorts that yesterday looked in my E-book in bus and even lost his balance, has stalled, then shift his gaze. I understand and sympathise. Art work, Jesus Christ.