Sam Kieth creates such a twisted, blacken understanding of the world we live in, yet it is wholly accurate. Injecting The Maxx with equal degrees of truth and imagining, the story comes to life magnificently. The fragmented, fragile states of the characters is mirrored in the fluctuating artistic musics used throughout the comics, to create an entirely magical hallucinatory trip for the elocutionist. As far as devise, Kieth toils at heartstrings, bringing the elocutionist to a neighborhood not dissimilar to that of Julie Winters or Maxx, or even Sarah. Through the instances and tests the characters must undergo in the fiction, Kieth does nothing short of forcing the elocutionist to ruminate over his or her own life and hurts. It really brought me to a nuts and bolts of evulses multiple shifts throughout. It's just a beautiful account, and the painting only works to boost that nature.