Agony

The aimless adventures of two narcissistic deadbeats. The whole thing is redundant: Almost all of the dialogue is devoted to deadpan description of what’s happening in that panel. This starts off feeling like a kitsch gag, then as the pages drag on it seems to denote mental deficiency, and then you wonder if there’s a meaningful difference between terminal irony and mental illness. Description like this deadens every event, and deadened violence is punk, just as hating yourself is punk, just as hating hating things is. Nicer than it seems, because it turns irony on itself.