My unclean love of the Filth
Nanites that live on a bonzai planet. A detective that solves crimes by smell turns to murdering babies by rapidly aging them, enjoying the odor. A porn star whose black sperm can repopulate a planet. The president of the USA hooked on cocaine and given breasts "the size of the sun". An interdimensional garbageman whose fictional alter ego may be a pedophile. An anarchist whose personality that can transfer from person to person, like a virus. Four pages of brilliant non-sequential art. The covers. These are the reasons that I'm reading Grant Morrison's the Filth.